On Issue 48: "I was deeply moved by the interview with Mildred Tremblay and particularly by that lovely quote you were wise enough to make a frontispiece. Tremblay's other majorly inspiring quote is "Old age gives me poems all the time." Ann Rayburn and I, who both happily appear in this fine issue of Passager, are members of the Writers Center in Bethesda as well as a small writing group in both of which aging tends to be a shared adventure. Thank you as always for the gift of your journal to this adventure." –Maryhelen Snyder, contributor
Early Morning Meditation on Stones
on my sunlit table
crowded stones
in a bowl
jumbled, dumb
their backs soaked
with light
they lean in on one another
a spirit asleep
inside each stony skin
hello, I say
hello my dear ones
my honey monkeys
I bend close
put my ear to their throats
wait for their slow
low endearments to flow
into the morning
hello
brown sugar pie
they say, hello
grandma bird
Mildred Tremblay
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In Gravity's Defense
Light, you have been too much praised
for your graceful dance from moon
to steamy summer meadow,
your playful conversation
with waterfall and autumn leaves,
the way you peek through
the strands of a woman's hair
and caress bare skin
with the softest of touches.
When you blind us we recoil
as in the presence of truth revealed;
we are abject when you leave us.
Of your unglamorous sister
who holds the mirror of the moon
in place and makes the water fall,
no songs are sung, no glasses raised.
Forgive, then, her small pleasure
in pulling down the perky breast,
her satisfaction in passing sentence
on every missed step,
her accountant-like insistence
that rules are rules
and everything must
fall into place.
Jeff Coomer
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