Poetry

Valley Roundup
3:29 pm
Fri February 7, 2014

Valley Roundup - February 7th, 2014

Good afternoon and welcome to Valley Roundup, a review of the week’s top news stories in Aspen and beyond.

The Aspen Times’ Andy Stone and Aspen Daily News’ Carolyn Sackariason join us this week to discuss:

The death of a friend; Stewart Oksenhorn chose this week to take his own life.

The snow that keeps on coming; the wet heavy kind.

Aspen goes after homeowners who rent out their place and don’t pay any lodging tax.

The TSA goes fast-track at Aspen Airport.

Casa Tua is off the hook for its big-pour to a local drunk.

And on the Download with Rob St. Mary – Tracking the local Sochi connection. Also, robots writing poetry; the horror, the horror.

Its all on this week’s Valley Roundup.

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Aspen Poets' Society
4:39 pm
Wed January 29, 2014

Poem: Looking for Robert Frost

Jose Alcantara
Credit Jose Alcantara

The light in the desert comes on slowly

as though we need to prepare for it

or as though it is a gift given grudgingly.

At other times the edge of the world

begins in a blaze brighter than anything

we deserve. Last night I dreamt my father died

as we tried to find where Robert Frost wrote.

We were headed to a beach shack

on the other side of a concrete canal

when he jumped, trying to swim beyond

the surge that flowed toward land

as though Frost wrote with the power

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Aspen Poets' Society
6:12 am
Sun December 29, 2013

Poem: My Mother's Things

Valerie Haugen
Credit Valerie Haugen

My mother's things...

in the very last of the death boxes:

umpteen beautiful crystal bottles filled

with exotic perfumes from foreign lands,

pounds of barbaric jewelry, ancient bones and stones.

A jug full of bells.

A jug full of bells...

some of them tongueless, voiceless.

Poetry...even a book of poetry- the poet being an old, dead lover

of my mother Wild Honey.

The belt she made at camp when she was fourteen.

My second grade report card...

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Aspen Poets' Society
11:57 am
Tue November 5, 2013

Poem: Time Machine

Marjorie DeLuca
Credit Marjorie DeLuca

In the hours between dog and hyena,
they still serve lunch to a certain crowd.

He toddles in with his baggage:
a cane an oxygen tank a man-purse

an ample wife and her sister leading the way.
The machine that was the man is now

rusting, teeth rounded off the gears of time.
They take their time, as time is

all they have left, and with much animus
and screeching of sliding chairs

the women choose a table to our side.
He is not there. I am not here.

I know this man. Years of
running a business,

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Aspen Poets' Society
3:23 pm
Wed October 9, 2013

Poem: The Sayings of Twilight Jesus

THE SAYINGS OF TWILIGHT JESUS

Twilight Jesus was looking for a little home to add another notch in time. He was traveling by his soul, deep in his bones, to the wilderness of freedom. "I wait here where the band is tuning up. I love the music; it washes through me, my water. "

He had the spirit of a hummingbird, radiating or reflecting illumination. " But hey, sometimes the only joy that leaps toward me is the joy of grief. I can't get God to talk to me, not knowing has to be good enough. Praise the night, the dreams that safely cradle you."

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