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Biography Lisa O’Neil Guerci was born in Boston, but has lived in New York since 1996, currently calling Lake Carmel home. A mother of two adult children and grandmother to two young grandchildren, Lisa works as a Direct Support Professional and advocate within the developmentally challenged community. In her spare time, she enjoys being withContinue reading “Featured poet: Lisa O’Neil Guerci”

by Lisa O’Neil Guerci What did I doto deserve a morningdawning such as this? Its bursting at seamswhich stitch night to lightwith secrets to telland promises to keep. The sun seems especially kind todaywith its warm smile- like a child’s idea of it; an exuberantly scribbled drawing~fiery flames ofyellow and orange squiggles. A benevolent beinglivesContinue reading “autumn’s gift of dawn”

by Lisa O’Neil Guerci Try to write a poemwithout using cloying wordsoften found there instructed my mind,my intellect,to a part of my heart-the student. In order to beprosaic,be a mosaic- don’t merely relyupon cloudsor the moon. And by all means,avoid clichés likebirds in flight or your sad and lonelysoul in the night (although…you already knowyouContinue reading “student”

by Lisa O’Neil Guerci Today I thought ofthe word gloriousand all that it holdslike a vessel,a chalice. I thought of grace as a container, toowhich carries the humanand the holy. I thought again of fairies;their tiny kingdoms of enchantmentinvisible until the searching. I thought of howI want to regard myselfas a sort of Queen;regal yetContinue reading “Today I Thought”

by Lisa O’Neil Guerci Art let me knowit wants toit needs to be part of lifebe in lifeBE life. Art let me knowit lives in loveis *in* lovewith the wild,untamed words of poetry in love with the thunderstormand your most recent heartbreak Art let me knowit longs to enter abandoned buildingsin dirty cities to transformContinue reading “Art let me know”

by Lisa O’Neil Guerci When you are ghosted, thank the phantom who taught you in hollow silence what was fantasy,when you thought it could be real. Respect the specter of what you once thought “was”~ the cold unfeeling wisp which never kissed wistful lips or touched your wishful thinking when you imagined that minds met.When youContinue reading “Ghosted”

After what always feels like a too long though unusually clement winter, springtime is indeed upon us. And with the springtime flowers, local, creative, and cultural events have been popping up! During National Poetry Month, what better way to celebrate than by attending the most recent Open Mic, which took place on the first dayContinue reading “A Gathering of Poets”

by Lisa O’Neil Guerci how many angels fell from the clotted air that morning? jumping fallingflying the flailing futilitythe gravity of terror when their bodies met the other side when the unthinkable pierced an impossibly bluecloudless sky sidewalks stainedwith scarlet sacrifice those streets hold storiesand can never be swept clean. that perfect day started outwithaContinue reading “A Still Beautiful Sky”