Posts by Mary Wildfire
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Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
January Silence
Yesterday I saw dead grasses draping into the creek forming ice-disks, crystalline lilypads in rows, like some ethereal high-pitched musical instrument. More
January Silence
Yesterday I saw dead grasses draping into the creek forming ice-disks, crystalline lilypads in rows, like some ethereal high-pitched musical instrument. More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Sun Set Storm Rise
Pink clouds rolling and tumbling Among grey and white ones, two sea-blue holes passing even as the first drops land and thunder rolls over the houses on the ridge. More
Sun Set Storm Rise
Pink clouds rolling and tumbling Among grey and white ones, two sea-blue holes passing even as the first drops land and thunder rolls over the houses on the ridge. More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Resignation
And so they marched, those armies of God, so long ago onto the plain of Armageddon they marched commanded by generals but led, the men knew, by God. More
Resignation
And so they marched, those armies of God, so long ago onto the plain of Armageddon they marched commanded by generals but led, the men knew, by God. More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Red State Blues
I wrote this angry song in a state of disgust in 2005… More
Red State Blues
I wrote this angry song in a state of disgust in 2005… More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Mid-Life Crisis
I’ll be forty soon…I believe it’s time for a mid-life crisis. It needn’t coincide with menopause—men have them at forty, I demand equal rights. More
Mid-Life Crisis
I’ll be forty soon…I believe it’s time for a mid-life crisis. It needn’t coincide with menopause—men have them at forty, I demand equal rights. More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
A Crime Against Nature
I was just having fun with this…written when I had wild Canada lilies in my orchard, and later, Duchess of Albany clematis in my garden More
A Crime Against Nature
I was just having fun with this…written when I had wild Canada lilies in my orchard, and later, Duchess of Albany clematis in my garden More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
The Bitter Dividend
This is an odd one. It resulted from one of those exercises where you have to use certain words. It has a ring of truth about it, but I don’t know where it comes from, whose truth it is… More
The Bitter Dividend
This is an odd one. It resulted from one of those exercises where you have to use certain words. It has a ring of truth about it, but I don’t know where it comes from, whose truth it is… More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
The Why of Art
Why do writers write despite rejection slips? More
The Why of Art
Why do writers write despite rejection slips? More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Adoptive Daughter
Blowing through these hills in ’76, I snagged on the branches of convenience. Hanging for the winter, I heard my note strike harmony. More
Adoptive Daughter
Blowing through these hills in ’76, I snagged on the branches of convenience. Hanging for the winter, I heard my note strike harmony. More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
April Obsession
So much I ought to be doing but All I want to do is play with flowers Plan elaborate gardens for rich people With perennial beds spiraling around fountains and lotus pools set with reeds and frogs And dogwoods wearing birdhouses like earrings More
April Obsession
So much I ought to be doing but All I want to do is play with flowers Plan elaborate gardens for rich people With perennial beds spiraling around fountains and lotus pools set with reeds and frogs And dogwoods wearing birdhouses like earrings More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
You Will Rise
In Tunisia a man burns and a people quicken the flame spreads to Egypt, Wisconsin Wall Street, Santiago. More
You Will Rise
In Tunisia a man burns and a people quicken the flame spreads to Egypt, Wisconsin Wall Street, Santiago. More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Germination
Dark earth, softened by recent rain, hides a burrowing root-tip and a tiny pair of leaves unfolding within a bursting hull. Seeds, growing underground. More
Germination
Dark earth, softened by recent rain, hides a burrowing root-tip and a tiny pair of leaves unfolding within a bursting hull. Seeds, growing underground. More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Man is the Angel with the Flaming Sword
This is a pantoum. a special form involving weaving repeated lines…note that the last stanza interweaves with the first. More
Man is the Angel with the Flaming Sword
This is a pantoum. a special form involving weaving repeated lines…note that the last stanza interweaves with the first. More
Poetry Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
January Silence
Yesterday I saw dead grasses draping into the creek forming ice-disks, crystalline lilypads in rows, like some ethereal high-pitched musical instrument. More
January Silence
Yesterday I saw dead grasses draping into the creek forming ice-disks, crystalline lilypads in rows, like some ethereal high-pitched musical instrument. More
Essays Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Why I’m Going to Help Occupy Freedom Plaza
The prospect of sleeping on paved ground in October in a big, scary city is hardly appealing to me, a 55-year old woman who prefers lots of padding and my quiet ridgetop home. So why am I planning to participate in the October2011 takeover of Freedom Plaza in Washington DC, starting October 6? More
Issues: Climate Chaos, Renewable energy
Why I’m Going to Help Occupy Freedom Plaza
The prospect of sleeping on paved ground in October in a big, scary city is hardly appealing to me, a 55-year old woman who prefers lots of padding and my quiet ridgetop home. So why am I planning to participate in the October2011 takeover of Freedom Plaza in Washington DC, starting October 6? More
Issues: Climate Chaos, Renewable energy
Essays Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Communities, Political Empowerment, and Collective Self-Sufficiency
As an activist concerned about climate change and environmental degradation, and peace and social justice, I’ve gone to countless demonstrations, spoken at many public hearings, had over a dozen op-eds and scores of letters to the editor published, and written hundreds of letters to “my” representatives. None of it, as far as I can see, has done any good. More
Issues: Community
Communities, Political Empowerment, and Collective Self-Sufficiency
As an activist concerned about climate change and environmental degradation, and peace and social justice, I’ve gone to countless demonstrations, spoken at many public hearings, had over a dozen op-eds and scores of letters to the editor published, and written hundreds of letters to “my” representatives. None of it, as far as I can see, has done any good. More
Issues: Community
Essays Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Customer as Criminal
This was a letter to the editor of the Roane County Reporter , written in disgust several years ago. No, I haven’t been back to Fruth’s since. More
Customer as Criminal
This was a letter to the editor of the Roane County Reporter , written in disgust several years ago. No, I haven’t been back to Fruth’s since. More
Essays Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
Professors at MIT do not know W.Va.
Written in snarky response to a Daily Mail editorial about an MIT professor’s talk on how we in West Virginia should embrace our fossil fuel destiny. More
Professors at MIT do not know W.Va.
Written in snarky response to a Daily Mail editorial about an MIT professor’s talk on how we in West Virginia should embrace our fossil fuel destiny. More
Essays Mary Wildfire November 1, 2018
True Cost of Coal
Residents pay for more than what’s on their electric bills. We who complain about the ravages of the mining industry have long been told that we must tolerate the environmental damage because of jobs. More
Issues: Extreme energy
True Cost of Coal
Residents pay for more than what’s on their electric bills. We who complain about the ravages of the mining industry have long been told that we must tolerate the environmental damage because of jobs. More
Issues: Extreme energy