November 2021 -- The Conceit of Immortality

  Nov 2019-Oct 2021 --  On Break

  October 2019 -- Deck of Lies

  September 2019 - In the Surgery

  August 2019 - The Cousins

  July 2019 -- Chilly

  June 2019 -- The Queen of Malvern

  April-May 2019 -- India/Bhutan

  March 2019 -- Swatting Gnats

  February 2019 -- To My Valentines, Past and Future

  January 2019 -- I'll Never Say Goodbye

  December 2018 --  Grandpa

  November 2018 -- Meditation

  October 2018 -- Benediction

  September 2018 -- Passages

  August 2018 -- Feeding the Beast

  July 2018 - One Can Have Knowledge...

  June 2018 -- The Unsinkable Molly Drown

  May 2018 -- Advice to my Grandson

  April 2018 -- Awaiting Idunn

  March 2018 -- Flight

  February 2018 -- Lakesong

  January 2018 -- Schrödinger's Cat

  December 2017 -- Daybreak

  October 2017 -- Night Watch

  September 2017 -- The Princess

  August 2017 - Pelham

  July 2017 --  Siena

  June 2017 -- Loyal, Straight, and True

  May 2017 --  A Thousand Flowers

  April 2017 -- Oboe Rap

  March 2017 - March Madness

  February 2017 -- The Cost of Doing Business

  January 2017 -- Reflection at a Winter Window

  December 2016 -- The Creation

  November 2016 -- Hemolymph Moon

  October 2016 -- Vortex

  September 2016 -- Do You?

  August 2016 -- Sailing
  July 2016 --  Mulberries
  June 2016 -- Off Tucker Point
  May 2016 -- Unforgettable
  April 2016 -- At Night She Cries

Each month Ancient Eagle Press offers a poem appropriate to the season or the mood of our editorial staff.   Poems may be new or drawn from existing AEP editions.

December 2021

December should be a time for Christmas cheer and perhaps an uplifting Christmas poem.  However, this is another COVID Christmas, a season of masks and social distancing, at least in this part of the country.  We have the Blue and the Red, the masked and the unmasked, the vaxed and, too often, the dying.  It is again a season of isolation, of reflecting, of remembering the shadows of our lives.

Poem of the Month

December Poem of the Month


The door in the bedroom opens to a small closet,

Where suits, ties, shirts, and shoes wait,
Not sensing the passage of time,
A museum honoring an earlier, curious life.

Push aside the winter coats,
The suitcase dressed in baggage tags,
There is another door,
A portal to the past.

Filing cabinet, wheelchair,
Crutches, speakers,
Papers and lamps,
Dust and memories,

No footprints in the leavings
Of the new shingles,
Five years gone and change.
Much change.

The house and I are one.
Open me and look inside:
Curiosities from far away,
A museum honoring a curious life.

Push aside the façade and trappings,
Find the table that holds the key,
That opens another door,
A more personal portal to the past.

 A room of love and loss,
Sunshine and failures,
Children, adventures,
With tales untold, memories fading,

Objects illuminated by a flickering candle.
No footprints to disturb
The symmetry of chaos carefully cataloged
Locked tightly away.

LA /2021

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