November 25 – December 1, 2013: Daniel J Fitzgerald and Joan Colby

Daniel J Fitzgerald and Joan Colby

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Daniel J Fitzgerald
dfitz467@yahoo.com

Bio (auto)

I live quietly in Pontiac, Illinois, tending to home and garden. I am happy to have made it this far in life without any serious bodily harm.
My poems have been published in The Writer’s Journal, PKA Advocate, Nomad’s Choir and others. They are also included in two anthologies- Love Notes (Vagabondage Press) and Ekphrastia Gone Wild (Ain’t Got No Press). I have written off and on for a number of years. Iam hoping to keep doing so.

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Daniel J Fitzgerald and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Heron

Blue mist of fog
lingers over water,
remains of early sun’s burning.
A heron, in shallows,
stands stoic, still,
patient for a new day
…….and breakfast.


Joan Colby
JoanMC@aol.com

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Joan Colby is the author of numerous books. Her poetry has been widely published and she has won many awards for her writing. She is editor of Illinois Racing News for over 25 years, a monthly publication for the Illinois Thoroughbred Breeders and Owners Foundation, published by Midwest Outdoors LLC. She lives with my husband and assorted animals on a small horse farm in Northern Illinois.

The following work is Copyright © 2013, and owned by Joan Colby and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Drive-Bys

We could drive by the donut shop
but choose to breakfast at Papa G’s,
eggs, hash browns, bacon, homemade
raisin toast. Hello. Goodbye.

At the bank we go inside
though we could use the drive-by lanes
but we’d rather sit down and discuss
the lousy CD rates.

The Country Covenant Church posts a sign
Prayer Drive-Bys. An arrow points
to the graveled lot. Should we buzz in
and yell Jesus Saves.

The sun comes out, the trees are leafing.
If I should be shot dead
I hope it’s someone who hates me
not just a random drive-by.