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It’s the Green Thing to Do, After All

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all those walls
we built around our hearts
let’s tear them down
and reuse the bricks
to build bridges, stepping stones

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Channeling the Inner Pandora

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After while you forget what all that stuff in storage was.
—Stewart Warren

I had forgotten that kiss
with the broken hinge
and that fist on the desk
with a leg missing.
And the angers folded up
like paper dolls, ripped.
I’d forgotten the banging
on the crooked door
and the slamming of
the empty silverware drawer
and spike in the bedroom wall.
I had forgotten the heat,
the quiet, the taste of metal
in my mouth. I’d forgotten
all about it until I found
that old key. And I only opened
the storage door a crack, but all
that old stuff fell out on me. Isn’t it strange
how we don’t just throw stuff away?
We store it in case it is useful some day
—we hoard it in our closets, we lock it
in our minds. Sometimes we label it
so we can find it again.
Sometimes we just give it a toss
and it lands in a heap with other things
we once loved. And they all
gather dust. And they all gather dust.
Leave the storage door closed.
Lose the key. Take a walk.

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Chance to Play Poetry in May in the Telluride Region

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not in any hurry, miss rosemerry

Hi Friends,

Tonight leads off a big month of poetry events in our region. Aaron Abeyta will be reading in Ridgway tonight at the Open Bard series at the Sherbino, and he is magnificent. In Telluride, a three-week discussion series on Sufi mystics starts tonight, too. You do not need to attend all the Thursdays to take part.

I thought since there’s so much happening I would send you links to help you decide what you might want to attend … hope to see you!

Rosemerry

May 1, 8, 15
Where Poetry Meets the Divine: Three Sufi Mystics and the State of Your Life
Wilkinson Public Library, Telluride, 6-8 p.m., free
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer leads a conversation about Hafiz, Rabia, and Rumi.

Wilkinson Library: Where Poetry Meets the Divine

May 6
Talking Gourds Poetry Club Hosts Trish Roo
Arroyo Wine Bar & Gallery, Telluride, 6 p.m., free
For open mic following, the theme is Wind. Call 970-729-1838.

May 15-18
Telluride Literary Fest
All around Telluride: Poetry Brothel, Literary Burlesque, Literary Pub Crawl, Gourd Circle, Craft Talks, Literary Walk, Book Lovers Bash and More.

http://tellurideliteraryarts.weebly.com/literary-festival.html

May 16
Taking It All Off: An Evening of Literary Burlesque
Ah Haa School for the Arts, Telluride, 7 p.m. $5 at the door
The metaphorical and literal veils will be falling. Come at your own risk.

http://www.ahhaa.org/adult/workshops/writing/

May 22
Word Sharks Poetry Reading
Sideshow Emporium and Gallery, Dolores, 7 p.m., free
Friends Art Goodtimes, Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer and David Feela perform, open gourd to follow. Call 970-739-4646.

June 1
Collage: Poetry on Paper
Weehawken Ridgway- Old Schoolhouse, 9 a.m. -4 p.m., $135
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer & Meredith Nemirov lead participants in creating a collage and writing poetry.
https://apm.activecommunities.com/weehawkenarts/Activity_Search/1361

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Because I Don’t Want to Talk About Ends: A Sort of a Lullaby

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Illustration by Leanne Canty

Illustration by Leanne Canty

Your life began as a zygote, love,
a one-celled being that rapidly divides.
Though that is partially a lie.
There was a start before that—go ask your dad.
It’s so human to want to point to a time
and say, “Here. Here’s where it all began.”
Like the day we planted the zinnia seeds.
We used that date to predict their bloom.
And when the first summer squash blossomed yellow,
we knew there’d be zucchinis soon.
But there was a beginning before the seeds,
before the blossoms, before the dirt.
It’s impossible to say the true start of things.
Like which sign in the Zodiac comes first?
And where in the West begins the zephyr?
And at what stage do zinfandel grapes become wine?
We want so much to divide forever
into bite-sized chunks we can understand.
When did the zebra first have stripes?
And when did the zebra fish grow new fins?
The story always starts before it begins.
When did the zipper change the way we wear sweaters?
And when did we learn that zinc helps us see better?
And when did I first know that I loved you?
Back when you were a zygote. And before that, too.

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