Poems

[As, one November, I split firewood...]

As, one November, I split firewood in the heavy fog
a gaggle of lesser Canada geese flew over me
so low, I could have hit them with my axe.
Long before my time there was a shallow lake
here, where my house is built.

The old uncle remembers,
remembers what the uncle before him
and the uncle before him knew,
and leads the V shaped flight
of long mated pairs and their offspring
and their long mated pairs
looking for the lake in my back yard.

If you should wake up to their honking
and dash outdoors naked except for slippers
and your shotgun
and if your shell should chance to drop one from its flight
you might look into its still alive eyes
as they look back at you
and be unsure if you will ever mount your gun at that cacophony again.
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About Katherine Power

I didn’t set out to be a terrorist. As a student activist, I moved from protesting the war in Viet Nam to waging guerrilla war to overthrow the government….
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Recent and Upcoming Appearances & Publications
3/12/19 Peace, Justice and Transformation, Parallel Conference to the UN Commission on the Status of Women, 777 United Nations Plaza, NYC
11/13/18 A Journey from Guerrilla to Grandmother, Lifelong Learners: An Independent Collaborative, Temple Shir Tikva, 141 Boston Post Road, Wayland, MA 01778
10/10/18 Provincetown Women’s Week Reading from Doing Time:Papers from Framingham Prison, AMP, 432 Commercial Street, Provincetown, MA
4/6-9/2018 The Nature of Change, Radical Imagination Conference, Oregon State University, Corvallis, OR
1/15/2014 Complexity and Social Change, Occupy Radio
10/31/2013 Surrender, Oregon State University, Corvallis, OR
10/25/2013 Surrender, Taos Community Theater, Taos, NM

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