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Unknown/Sorrow
I do not hide
my name
yet I remain
hidden like stars
to shut eyes.
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My prayer
unravels
easily into the
tears from which
it was made.
Confined to Disappear
The space in which I could be alive
became smaller and smaller till
unable to live I could only
exist, yet the shrinking
continues so I must
soon cease even
doing that.
-Originally published by Global Poemic
(online, June 2, 2020)
Seconds of Stories: Haiti & Guatemala
Children giggle
through stories
at the water pump
as parents cook tamales
to welcome home
a Sunday evening rest.
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Rispetto for My Grandmother
She has worn a strong smile for ninety years,
a nurse in Rochester helping patients heal,
a wife far from Pacific islands in tears,
a grandmother bringing her grandson a meal.
She now wears a smile when she is able,
if she likes what she colors at the table
if she can remember the visitor's face,
as she tries to endure to finish the race.
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Rispetto: an Italian verse stanza from
6 to 10 lines with rhymes
Community & Compassion
At the pharmacy, my mind meanders
the aisles of all our sundered stories,
whose mending and remaking mosaic
our shared labor to hold on to hope.
Under the cold moon, we are all fragile
creatures seeking warmth by candlelight,
creating community with caring words
and the shelter of brave, unsure smiles.
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Still
I lay on my back with hands over my stomach
and heart, existing;
my abdominal aorta is a cold gray river on which
floats my consciousness,
anchored with the weight of memories
lest I disappear;
with three fingers and heavy shoulders I feel
my radial pulse: life!
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Connor Orrico © 2020
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Connor Orrico is a medical student and amateur field recordist interested in global health, mental health, and how we make meaning from the stories of person and place we share with each other, themes which are explored in his words in The Collidescope, Burning House Press, and hedgerow, as well as his sounds at Bivouac Recording.