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Here featured is a collaboration between Alicia Hilton and Joe Robinson. Alicia is an author, law school professor, attorney, former FBI Special Agent and former fine art consultant. She is taking time off from teaching to write poetry, a collection of essays, and a novel. You can read more about Alicia and her work here. Joe is an educator and a musician. He wrote a melody for Alicia’s poem and then created a recording.

Resurrection
by Alicia Hilton

I thought you
Were dead.
Your roots
Moldering
Under the compost.
But I looked out
My window.
Saw not just a stem,
Two branches of
Tiny leaves,
A plump head,
Magenta,
A single petal
Sticking out sideways.
Rebellious,
Like a kid who refuses
To eat Brussels sprouts.
The next morning,
You were gone.

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Here featured is a collaboration between Beatrice Kaskowitz, Alex Floor, and Kate Russell. Beatrice wrote the poem. Alex wrote a melody for the poem, performed the instrumentation and sang harmony for a recording, on which Kate sings the melody. Kate and Alex are Brooklyn musicians and they are two thirds of a brand new and as-yet-unnamed band. Contact Kate at russekvegan@gmail.com or Alex at alexjfloor@gmail.com, and listen to more of Alex’s Music.

Thoughts (I)
By Beatrice Kaskowitz
June 9, 1985

While ailing in bed, I suddenly cried
My time is wasting and turned on the light.
I picked up my pen and started to write
“Who is the master, my brain or my plight?”

In every life, a few tears must fall
So wipe your eyes softly, smile and think.
Tears are a weakness, mirth is the link
To serenity and joy.

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Here featured is another poem by the late Beatrice Kaskowitz. Beatrice was an amateur poet who lived her life in New York City. Her poem, “Prologue,” has been put to song and recorded by Philadelphia musician Nat Kundanis-Grow. Nat is currently tied up writing a song a day for the month of February, but you can distract him, if you wish: nkundanis@gmail.com.

Prologue
by Beatrice Kaskowitz

My thoughts flow endlessly.
As I try to hold them, they slip away.
I caught a few and made them stay.
Judge them kingly, else they fade.

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