From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections
Healing Sounds by mindgallery
i write sad things some times and
sometimes i even cry all
the time some
times
not really but
really i do
some
times
mindgallery . twitter
And sometimes we do as well. Not really but really.
The Goose is Loose by mindgallery
He’s got more lies than
he’s got gray
hairs
and frequent flyer miles
up the kazoo
hey
by the way, does he
play that
too
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Even though this poem from mindgallery was first published in the weeks following Trump’s election, the image is a re-design of one that he had be adding to his work for many years prior. Here’s the original…
In Between Borders by mindgallery
Sometimes we’re just bones
and wires holding
up a
shelf no longer stable
without the
cable
And we’ve been living way
beyond our
dreams
for a long time now
and holy
cow
it’s only 2018 and if
all the shores
are
still not free then
take me
back
to the
sea
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Here’s a mindgallery poem from the Brooklyn Missed Connections that dates back to sometime in 2018. It seems like just yesterday and a lifetime ag0. And unfortunately, we’re still laboring under many of the same problems. How much longer can our shelf remain unstable?
Astronomical Proportions by mindgallery
We left a refrigerator full of condiments in the back yard
before we left for our summer camp
reunion
this year it’s conveniently located just, ten thousand
light years away from
home
Please water all the flowers while were gone and don’t
forget to read to the
dogs
Dylan the golden enjoys Walt Whitman while little Andy
the miniature poodle has a thing
for Man Ray
they both enjoy looking at the pictures as well and while
they can’t ask
questions
we’re sure you’ll know exactly how to deal with their
thirst for poetry and the art
of observation
We’ve been listening to the radiant background noise
from your accumulated
algorithms
and are happy to report that we’ve been able to provide
enough love for everyone
this summer
* a note to self production
A lovely, years-old poem from mindgallery and the Brooklyn Missed Connections. The perfect send-off for my annual beach week / end of the season vacation. See you in September.
Climates Change by mindgallery
I laid on my back looking at the sky that afternoon imagining
trees when their leaves were still green while an
elephants trunk investigated
the still air
all the wild places i never got to visit are now
just a bunch of instamatic photographs
that float in my
mind
they say the elephants and lions were first
the horses and dogs
last
setting across the barren landscape
like an ancient
glacier
with a million stories and
a thousand
legs
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There was no poetry that night because
all the wordsmiths left long ago
to soak
in the memories of tomorrow
and prepare for
yesterday
we were the only animals left now
all the rest just a memory
a moist
imprint
A Human Nature Production . mindgallery twitter . beatboxbliss tumblr
With all the news attention this past week concerning climate change and the rise in temperatures around the country, this mindgallery poem from the Brooklyn Missed Connections seemed sadly appropriate.