Sarasota Film Fest Hopeful: Racing the Rez
Even if I weren’t best friends with the director, Racing the Rez would be on my must-watch list. The documentary follows the stories of two high school cross country racing teams in Northern Arizona, where tribal bragging rights and a state championship are on the line. But it’s also a peek into a culture we […]
Coward’s wish
The darkening Comes Whether We will Have it or not. Beckons us To come along Brushes light Aside with right And falls More quickly Than we ever Think It will. In night, then, Every wish A prayer For conscience deep, Or Hamlet’s sleep. Mary Catherine Coolidge copyright 2010
MC’s Love … and Anti-Love Poems for Valentine’s Weekend
Civilities Lingering On dating attorneys — poetry as complaint Moon-howling Mama
Crows
In the dark The crows assemble Unhunching shoulders With glossy shrugs, Beaks sussing out Some unwelcome things Among them. Half-opening wings, Not preening Just quiet fluffing And subtle shiftings Of weight; Almost imperceptible shufflings In the order of things. Readying themselves; Maybe steadying, For day and light Then flight. Copyright 2010 MC Coolidge
Civilities
I dance around you like a firefly — caught in the hand of June; made wary by a past that haunts the present, and fuels civilities. I flail and fall through impolitic coupling — as alone then as later; listening to the blues or meeting your friends, I murmur civilities. I feel most honest when […]
Blood-letting
Her hand, a small one according to standards she’s never been able to meet Says, “Look — she is here; let the inquisition begin.” (If she’s told one lie, she’s told ten.) Fingertips poised ready to draw true blue then drop à point to be read once bled. The vellum almost an admonishment: She had […]
Lingering
Insulated as it is By its cushion Of double walls; Protected as it is By ribs standing sentry; So far from the brain — The heart lingers.
Romantic love
Romantic love Grasplessness Intoxicates me
The world is too much with mc … tonight
William Wordsworth sets us straight on a few things. The world is too much with us The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
Dinner with Jerry
For Dr. Gerald J. Zinfon, Professor of English and Poet Champagne, home-grown tomatoes and peppers, angel hair pasta, California strawberries with vanilla ice cream;