From the Peace Poems 


Peace won’t keep quiet!
  The creature, Earth,
can’t sleep—her terrible
  tail trembles, uncoils,
seared, scalded
  as peace forces
its way to the surface,
  boils up through
the fissures from the core
  where it enters the world.

Here upon her we tumble.
  Peace appears
to stir up the trouble—
  a city’s leveled
by the sea, a sudden
  valley swallows a town.
See? Peace is loud,
  like Hendrix’s guitar
screaming the Star-
  Spangled Banner, pierces,
like a stabbing dart
  of steel, the forehead—
an opening where the third
  eye should be. Peace

refuses to play dead.
  Have you ever been drawn
to the sea’s edge, its ceaseless
  raging, the same
as inside you, and felt
  that peace?


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Jed A. Myers is a Seattle poet and musician whose writing has been published in various journals, posted on web sites, heard on radio, and performed, mostly by Jed, in an array of settings in the Pacific Northwest. He’s won several regional awards, and hosts a regular poetry gathering in his part of town. His loose network of collaborators, ArtsforHearts, puts on benefits in local spaces for a wide range of real life causes.

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