Pacing Poetry

Pacing Poetry

by Nichole Nettleton
Ithaca Meeting

 

To the ghostly midnight rambler

Pacing poetry

Into the lines you’ve worn on your heart’s floor,

Walking the beat of a dryer’s reverberating metallic tone

While others sleep.

While they wait for the sun

You stride patience down an emotional street,

Graffitiing your story on history’s canvas.

Or, the journal kept hidden beneath your socks.

The Little Red (Quaker) Hen

The Little Red (Quaker) Hen

by an Uneasy Friend

 

Once upon a time, there was a Little Red Hen. The Little Red Hen attended a Meeting and was F/friends with… a lazy dog, a sleepy cat, and a noisy duck. One day the Little Red Hen felt spirit move.

 

“Who will gather and worship with me on this query?” the Little Red Hen asked.

 

“Not I,” barked the lazy dog.

 

“Not I,” purred the sleepy cat.