ENTWINED – 2019 Savant Poetry Anthology includes sixty-six outstanding poems by twenty-one notable poets from around the world. It features five recent poems by Kaethe Kauffman, who has won multiple first place writing awards in the national Lorin Tarr Gill Writing Competition and in the international Amsterdam, London, Los Angeles, and Paris Book Festivals. Kauffman’s […]
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Rafting down the Grand Canyon, I find myself ensconced deeply within the cycle of life, literally, a mile inside the earth with canyon walls towering above. Life abounds along the river and I watch brutal survival play out all around. We see Bighorn Sheep every day, majestically teetering on cliff edges. And if you look
Ankle Accolade Tons of marble teeter on crumbling ankles.After six hundred years of valiant balancing,Michelangelo’s David wobblesAnd reminds me, I owe my creaking ankles homage. They have given me decades of ecstatic jumping,High skipping,Dances from tap to hula,Meandering hikes,Deep swims,Long runs,Leaps off cliffs into heaving ocean. Now, after seventy winters, simple walksAnd occasional twisted yoga
Time to Forget Six weeks is enough time to forget My hybrid car needs gas, My hair isn’t naturally brown, My face has scars, I hate my enemies, I’m shy, I love sugar, I smoke. When compelled, I fill my gas tank, surprised. I dye my hair, disgruntled. I admit to my flawed face, humbled.
I’m sure I am not the only person who has turned to underwear for solace while grieving. The day after my mother died, on a frigid January day in Seattle, I desperately dug through Mom’s closet to find her wool socks and long-johns. I had hurriedly arrived from Honolulu and shivered uncontrollably. My other siblings
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I give regular tours at a contemporary art museum. One day when I enter the museum, I hear the dreadful sound of a car alarm coming from a back gallery. It sound like the classic one that came out twenty years ago or so. You would recognize it instantly: a screeching sound track alternates every
Standing at the edge of a cliff, I gage the expanding swell of a wave as it pushes its apex up the rock wall. If I catch the surf at its highest, I jump about thirteen feet. If I miss it, I plunge twenty-five feet or more. I’m wary. When the water upsurges to its
Punxsutawney Phil, a handsome groundhog with a long aristocratic nose, scuttled backward into his hole when he felt the ground tremble with Black Wolf’s approach. “Wait a minute, Phil,” howled the sleek Black Wolf who had been tracking the large rodent for weeks. Black Wolf’s fur coat shone in the moonlight, illuminating the stars and
In a lush park, I was shocked to spy a lime green gecko standing still against a bright red palm stalk, like a living Hawaiian Christmas tree ornament. Why would that gecko stay there, easy pickings for a mongoose to gobble? Mesmerized, I stared a long time because I have recently come to understand that
In daily life, I regularly heard tirades of complaining from people around me, and also from radio and TV. It seemed the more years I accumulated, the more polarized voices became, bitter and divided. Over time, I gravitated toward more positive friends and turned off the radio and TV when they veered into sensationalism-most of
