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The setting sun had gone away
And ended just another day
The silence left by all the birds
Was all my weary ears had heard

I closed the door, turned out the light
Just as the moon appeared at night
Then turned the corner as I do
Most every night, just passing through

I saw a deer just standing there
No motion, movement, anywhere
But just as both our eyes did meet
Brown leaves crunched beneath my feet

With darting speed, amazing pace
He turned his corner, won his race
Up and over, through the woods
My night was done, my night was good

Written by Joey Nicholson
April 18, 2022

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I hear a tick tick,
it’s almost like Jonathan Larson reminding me of the tick tick,
the time that keeps fleeting,
and yet,
In moments of prayer,
in moments of meditation,
time comes back,
time is redeemed,
time is preserved.

In moments of full concentration and full meditation,
time is relieved, relieved, relieved.
the tick tick that we here in our hearts,
the Tick tick that is in our heart beats,
the beats of the heart,
the strings allows for the time to be refurbished,
Refinished,
restarted and replenished,
again and again and again.

by Sarah Volger

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Artislife.
LifeisArt.

Performed by Val Cole

THE CHANGELING
By Sharon Lindenburger

You arrived on my doorstep
clad only in your music
We sang a strange duet
A changeling’s song
that would in all strangeness
feed our friendship…for many magical years

We were two orphan souls
who did not know refuge in the world
but found a haven each in the other

Welcoming a changeling
has its dangers
Peril is as nothing
to the exhilaration
of meeting
a wild being
with a fiery glance
and hair of molten silk
whose voice was a fierce grace
though he did not always know this
of himself

Do not woo a changeling
unless you desire
to be shaken
by the gale winds
of mischief, melancholy, and muse

We were healed by our flowing tears
All the times we sat talking
Beneath a birch tree
That rose shining from its earthen roots
Our lostness was our foundness
and our foundness
was something we could not understand…but still we knew

Performed by Val Cole

THE ENVIRONMENT…, by Jean Bertin ST LOUIS

The hour has arrived for us to act.
You and I, we are both concerned.
Our environment is threatened.
We long to save it, and not see ourselves perish.

As conscious beings,
We must to make life livable in our world
Obeying its natura l laws and principles
Will bring forth a better life.

Our responsibility grows greater and greater,
And our answers less useful, changing day by day.
Oh my God, what then should we a ll do?

Faced with this alarming situation,
Should not we see ourselves as one single family,
Striving for a world that is our only consolation?

Performed by Val Cole

Nobody’s Idol, by Alexandra Lean

I GO FROM NOBODY TO SOMEBODY
TO SOMETHING TO DIE FOR KICK IN THE DOOR,
HERE COMES THE PREDATOR, YOU HEARD ME ROAR,
IT’S THE LION WANTING MORE OF AN ENCORE, ENCORE
SOMEONE’S GOTTA DIE ON THE ROAD TO RICHES
OR DIE TRYIN’ IN AMERICAN STITCHES
IF I SHOULD DIE BEFORE I SELF DESTRUCT
DISORDERLY CONDUCT, WILL ERUPT
DEATH AROUND THE CORNER THE CROWD WILL BE THE MOURNER
I REPORT I’M HYPNOTIZED, DESENSITIZED
CAUSE I TAKE BREATH AFTER BREATH
UNTIL I REALIZE THAT LIFE AFTER DEATH IS LIKE
LATE REGISTRATION FOR ADMIRATION FROM A NATION
OF COLLEGE DROP-OUTS WITH NO DIRECTION
BUT MY DEBT TO SOCIETY IS PAID IN FULL
IN A GREATEST HITS COLLECTION,
MY COMMON RESURRECTION
LIKE GLORIA GAYNOR IT WILL SURVIVE
BY ALL MEANS NECESSARY WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE
I’M READY TO DIE YEAH I’M GONNA DIE

Performed by Val Cole

HUES, by Peter Bové

Ancient sorrows
From days gone by
In worlds we only dream of
Hues of shadowy stories
That bring us to our knees
Bewildered we reminisce
Of great heroic feats
I’ll send them to you one evening
In a postcard with postage due
Maybe then we will remember
The days when life was true
We’ll walk together then
And smoke our cigarettes
In the smoky marsh of memories
And know from whence we came
Longing to go back there
Teary eyed and blue

Performed by Val Cole

THE FISH, by Smokey Miles

First it was swimming in the sea
Now it’s swimming inside of me
I got just what I wished
I caught myself a fish.

It was funny just how I found her
It was just some wild-eyed flounder
I cast off with my rod
Then I plucked it up like God.

Yes, it bit right on the bait
It was hungry and it could not wait
And before it had a chance to look
It was dangling from my hook.

I skinned it, took its scales off
And then I cut its tail off
Put it gently in a pan
Broiled it till its meat got tan.

I put some lemon on her
And some spices on that goner
Oh yes, it was delish
My fresh-caught home-cooked fish.

I wonder if it had liked the sea
I wonder if it was full of mercury
Or other chemicals like it
That I’d eat with each bite I bit.

Now I am digesting
After all of that ingesting
With reel and hook and knife
I took from the ocean – life.

Omega’s good for my metabolism
A fish, another species, so no cannibalism
And its protein helps to keep me strong
So eating it was not that wrong.

I wonder if it would have done the same
If by chance nature changed the game
And instead of I, the fisherman,
The mannerfish would rule the land.

Performed by Val Cole

The Sadness of My Fathers Golf Bag

When he died, the bag was so sad.
All the days of witnessed joy
had gone. You try to explain to the bag
that he’s not coming back.
You tell the 4 iron to talk about it and
let out the grief like a crisp shot.
That sound that he loved so much.
You say to the glove in the zippered pocket-
who wrapped around the greatest lefty of all time,
you say, “you were so lucky.”
Trying to console the driver with
his deep sigh, you explain
he is gone and no one can tell us where.
You describe dying to the putter,
like a downhill 4 putt-
then you cry and say how much you miss him-
and the tiny knitted head cover.

© LRO 2020

First it was swimming in the sea
Now it’s swimming inside of me
I got just what I wished
I caught myself a fish.

It was funny just how I found her
It was just some wild-eyed flounder
I cast off with my rod
Then I plucked it up like God.

Yes, it bit right on the bait
It was hungry and it could not wait
And before it had a chance to look
It was dangling from my hook.

I skinned it, took its scales off
And then I cut its tail off
Put it gently in a pan
Broiled it till its meat got tan.

I put some lemon on her
And some spices on that goner
Oh yes, it was delish
My fresh-caught home-cooked fish.

I wonder if it had liked the sea
I wonder if it was full of mercury
Or other chemicals like it
That I’d eat with each bite I bit.

Now I am digesting
After all of that ingesting
With reel and hook and knife
I took from the ocean – life.

Omega’s good for my metabolism
A fish, another species, so no cannibalism
And its protein helps to keep me strong
So eating it was not that wrong.

I wonder if it would have done the same
If by chance nature changed the game
And instead of I, the fisherman,
The mannerfish would rule the land.