Pamela Olson “…Began writing while living in Mississippi, but it was a move to the southern Oregon coast that led [her] to begin writing about nature. She is a West Coast native transplanted into the deep South, and she hopes [that her readers would] enjoy [her] writings.

Excerpts after the jump.

Excerpts from Amputated Moon:

Valley of Bones

The Lord set me down in the valley,

the fertile crescent beginning.

It was full of bones:     clavicle, carpal, calcaneus

lying in the valley:       fabella, femur, fibula

and they were very dry.          hamate, hyoid, humerus

He led me around them:         ilum, incus, lacrimal

in a slow dance:          parietal, patella

kicking up the bone dust:        sacrum, scapula, sternum

stirring the breath of God.       tibia, talus, turbinate

Can these bones live?

Higher, higher they are piled

800,000-plus dry bones

wrapped with sacred cloth:     red, whte and blue

young, strong bones

groaning in their sorrowful hymn.

Still I dance around

Seventeen-million more bones

lying on their natal ground.

And the dust swirls

forming a cloud of garnet

raising the scent of blood.

Listen, mortal,

your brother’s blood

your sister’s blood is crying,

crying out to me from the ground.

The sobs form the walls of this valley

and its rhythm-beat

drives your dance.

Then He said to me,

Prophesy to these bones, mortal.

So I prophesy.

The bones fall together

end to end:      metatarsal, malleus

bone to bone:  maxilla, vertebrae

sinews and flesh echo in the waiting silence.

Prophesy to the breath, mortal.

I prophesy,

and the breath comes             from the north

and the breath comes             from the south

and the breath comes             from the east

and the breath comes             from  the west

The dead cry out—

our bones are dry,

our hope is lost;

each hour more join our valley with no end in sight.

Who will see us?

Who will hear us?

Who will bring us peace?

And the Lord said,

Prophesy mortal, prophesy.

*Based on Ezekiel 37.  Bone numbers are derived from Iraqi Body Count and US military deaths multiplied by the number of bones in the human body.

My blog tells the trysts of a silent person with life and people. For someone who’s been inside a shell for years, the journey towards reaching out and being reached out to is a fascinating tale to tell…

I have kept several blogs but they have all been my experiments in poetry and prose. I wanted to have this particular one to talk about my life – my love for the city I live in, the work I do, my relationships with people around me with a little poetry and some prose thrown in here and there.

I am an Indian amateur writer and I have been writing poetry and prose on several blogs for a long time. I work in the development sector in an Indian think tank, as a Publication and Communication Associate.

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If The Guardian were written in verse, it would be The New Verse News. The site is updated every day or two with a funny or a moving or an infuriating or an ironic poem on a topic like the war in Iraq, the Academy Awards, New Orleans, the Patriots Act, torture, Bush and Cheney, human rights, as well as on those odd and idiosyncratic news stories that make us smile or scream.

Superb poets such as Rochelle Ratner, Bill Costley, Simon Perchik contribute to The New Verse News.

The blog section of the site is updated daily with posts on “art, writing, and life.” You’ll find surprisingly good quality poetry and poetry essays on the blog. You’ll also find features on artists who are showing their work in the gallery (generally high-caliber artists who have not yet made it big). There are also posts on what it is like to renovate and live in an old stone house.

This is a high-quality blog site that many people find thought-provoking, genuine, and engaging. It’s a great place to read poetry, explore some contemporary art, or simply read about how an artist and poet thinks. If you are short on time but big on ideas, there is also a section called “koans and lines” – for those who are curious and contemplative.

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