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McMahon

Lyons

Grove

Springfed #59

On Any Given Day

Carol McMahon

Carol McMahon was born and raised in Syracuse NY but currently resides in Webster, NY with her husband and three children. She is a teacher at Williamson Middle School and keeps sane by reading, writing and running. She has been writing poetry since second grade when she first penned the classic poem, "My Dog Chip".

From the Book:

Feelin' Groovy

My daughter wore my old skirt to school.

Her third grade class was studying the 60's.

I told her the skirt was ten years too young,

but it had the right attitude.

Flowery panels of calico

inset between faded Levi's leg seams,

ripped pockets, ragged patches.

She came home singing pop hits

and making peace signs.

I wanted to ask her where in the curriculum

were napalm, race riots, amputees and acid.

Instead I sang All Along the Watchtower

and air-guitared a Hendrix riff.

When I wore that skirt,

I didn't know any better either.

Hand-stitched chapbook.

Six Dollars.

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Springfed #60

The Starting Lineup

Naimon Lyons

Naimon Lyons is a member of the Westside Writers Club in Westlake, Ohio and currently associates with the Berks Bards in Reading, PA.

From the book:

My Words

These words are mine

But I'm sharing them with whomever will listen

Keeping terms above suspicion

Well in tune

On time

And on my mission

These notes are mine

But I'm sharing their motivation

With whoever will move

I'm tired of sharing shadows

Sharing doubts and fears

It's time to pass along some faith and hope

I'm tired of only spreading tears

These words are mine

But I want you to make them your own

You will only harvest

The seeds your hands have sown

When you get tired of sharing shadows

You can step out into the light

Find your faith and grow your hope

A brighter day can follow any dreadful night

These words are mine

But I want you to make them your own

You will only harvest

The seeds your hands have planted

And that your heart has grown

Hand-stitched chapbook.

Six Dollars.

TO ORDER The Starting Lineup ON-LINE

To Order Through Mail Click Here.

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Springfed #61

This and That

Pamela Grove

Pamela Grove was born in Europe, adopted during infancy and brought to NYC where she has lived almost her whole life. Other big life events were going to Woodstock, recovering from an addiction, being part of a complex family which includes having a daughter and reuniting with her birth mother and finally, finding a career she values. Currently, she is Director of Programs at the Coalition for the Homeless.

She began to write so she could devote some time just to herself and avoid job burnout. So far, it seems to be helping. Other activities she enjoys are jogging, reading psychological murder mysteries, watching movies, listening to really loud music and spending time with family and friends. She plans to relocate to Long Island later this year as part of a trend to slow down and smell the ocean air. Her red cat Maggie will also make the move.

From the book:

Smiles on the Train

He wore a shirt

Just right for the subway air

It boasted big

Blue pineapples

Tumbled

(As if shaken from a tree

Although that is not where they live)

Onto

Pale yellow cotton

Like sweet butter

Without the grease

When he smiled

His smile missed some front teeth

She wore a palette

Of pastels

Accessorized with a red Elmo

Whose cushy belly

She pressed

So he could introduce himself

As she exhaled a single tone

Like a yogi

Without the years

When she smiled

Her smile lost some front teeth

When I smiled

My smile filled the gaps

Hand-stitched chapbook.

Six Dollars.

TO ORDER This and That ON-LINE

To Order Through Mail Click Here.

Thank you for your support!


	FootHills Publishing \| home Submitting to FootHills \| Springfed Chapbook Series \| Springfed Poets \| SF through 52 \| SF 53, 54 \| SF 56, 57, 58 \| SF 59, 60, 61 \| SF 62, 63 \| SF 64 \| SF 65 \| SF 66 \| SF 67 \| SF 68 \| Zimmerman \| Ordering by Mail \| Contact FHP McMahon Lyons Grove Springfed #59 On Any Given Day Carol McMahon Carol McMahon was born and raised in Syracuse NY but currently resides in Webster, NY with her husband and three children. She is a teacher at Williamson Middle School and keeps sane by reading, writing and running. She has been writing poetry since second grade when she first penned the classic poem, "My Dog Chip". From the Book: Feelin' Groovy My daughter wore my old skirt to school. Her third grade class was studying the 60's. I told her the skirt was ten years too young, but it had the right attitude. Flowery panels of calico inset between faded Levi's leg seams, ripped pockets, ragged patches. She came home singing pop hits and making peace signs. I wanted to ask her where in the curriculum were napalm, race riots, amputees and acid. Instead I sang All Along the Watchtower and air-guitared a Hendrix riff. When I wore that skirt, I didn't know any better either. Hand-stitched chapbook. Six Dollars. TO ORDER On Any Given Day ON-LINE To Order Through Mail Click Here. ************************************************ Springfed #60 The Starting Lineup Naimon Lyons Naimon Lyons is a member of the Westside Writers Club in Westlake, Ohio and currently associates with the Berks Bards in Reading, PA. From the book: My Words These words are mine But I'm sharing them with whomever will listen Keeping terms above suspicion Well in tune On time And on my mission These notes are mine But I'm sharing their motivation With whoever will move I'm tired of sharing shadows Sharing doubts and fears It's time to pass along some faith and hope I'm tired of only spreading tears These words are mine But I want you to make them your own You will only harvest The seeds your hands have sown When you get tired of sharing shadows You can step out into the light Find your faith and grow your hope A brighter day can follow any dreadful night These words are mine But I want you to make them your own You will only harvest The seeds your hands have planted And that your heart has grown Hand-stitched chapbook. Six Dollars. TO ORDER The Starting Lineup ON-LINE To Order Through Mail Click Here. ********************************************** Springfed #61 This and That Pamela Grove Pamela Grove was born in Europe, adopted during infancy and brought to NYC where she has lived almost her whole life. Other big life events were going to Woodstock, recovering from an addiction, being part of a complex family which includes having a daughter and reuniting with her birth mother and finally, finding a career she values. Currently, she is Director of Programs at the Coalition for the Homeless. She began to write so she could devote some time just to herself and avoid job burnout. So far, it seems to be helping. Other activities she enjoys are jogging, reading psychological murder mysteries, watching movies, listening to really loud music and spending time with family and friends. She plans to relocate to Long Island later this year as part of a trend to slow down and smell the ocean air. Her red cat Maggie will also make the move. From the book: Smiles on the Train He wore a shirt Just right for the subway air It boasted big Blue pineapples Tumbled (As if shaken from a tree Although that is not where they live) Onto Pale yellow cotton Like sweet butter Without the grease When he smiled His smile missed some front teeth She wore a palette Of pastels Accessorized with a red Elmo Whose cushy belly She pressed So he could introduce himself As she exhaled a single tone Like a yogi Without the years When she smiled Her smile lost some front teeth When I smiled My smile filled the gaps Hand-stitched chapbook. Six Dollars. TO ORDER This and That ON-LINE To Order Through Mail Click Here. Thank you for your support!**