Hymn to an Elf Tree

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Hymn to an Elf Tree is a poem Greg Powell dedicates to his wife

my Queen speaks love through arts and crafts, making pretty things/ making all things pretty. like the tree that greets me entering family room, son bouncing dropping dunks into nerf hoop. we hug and he asserts that the tree is extra. Corny, he says ’cause he is not a veteran of life/ not weathered soft enough to fully feel mommas […]

A Strange Christmas Walk

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A Strange Christmas Walk, new poem by Greg Powell

shivering sun rushes to horizon beneath gray sky as I commence December family ritual of lights wrapped around front yard trees barren except for winter seed dropping into damp soil bearing spring hopes and earth promises. green lights wrapped on trunk white strings hung on branches, in conformity with silly esthetics of holiday suburban blocks. wireless speaker serenading yard with […]

The Christmas Tree

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The Christmas Tree by Greg Powell

The Christmas Tree Somehow the synthetic tree with built in lights, lives; refreshed in love oasis, rooted in our blood. And underground tears and precious memories of those gone but still present, breathing, living in our emotions rich and seasoned and eclectic like sister Niece’s magic gumbo she concocts to celebrate the Birth. We still celebrate the Birth. Even though […]