- 9
- Episodes
- 2021
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About Poetry
My poems
- Publisher
- Terry Mulcahy
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- arts
- Language
- en
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- No
- First episode
- 13 Aug 2021
- Latest episode
- 17 Aug 2025
Latest episodes
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17 Aug 2025
A SUMMER OF CHANGE (and SCIENCE)
In the summer of 1967, I was accepted by the National Science Foundation to attend a summer science program for high school students. But, things were changing. It was a great summer. I learned a lot, and started noticing more about the world than newspapers, National Geographic magazines and encyclopedias had shown me. Science was my passion, but there were things to come I had never imagined.
24 May 2024
MAGICAL TORTILLAS
When the oil is just right in a cast-iron fry pan a NM corn tortilla starts to dance bubbling up here and there like a pot of chile. Flip it over then for the magic the center rises like a yellow balloon filling with hot air and skates on the oil. It’s done! Magic. Slide it on a plate cover with sauteed onion green chile grated cheese. Cook a second tortilla add to the stack cover with sautéed onion green chile and grated cheese. Almost done. Cook a third tortilla add it to the stack fry a fresh local egg over reeeeaaal easy slide it onto that three-tiered wonder drizzle red chile all over this feast pop the yolk as orange happiness oozes over all like sunshine Eat the magic.
24 May 2024
IAM NOT CONTENT
Lao Tzu, legendary Chinese philosopher and founder of Taoism wrote: Be content with what you have rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking the whole world belongs to you. I AM NOT CONTENT with what I have. I do not rejoice in the way things are. Never! Not until I am buried with all my stuff my swords and shields and my slings and arrows of outrageous fortune. Bury me with my prejudices and ego with my stress and anger with my desires for revenge with my unkind words with my thoughtlessness. Bury me with my sloth and gluttony. Bury me with my pride. Bury me with my lust for who and what I cannot have and my lust instead for possessions to surround me. Bury me most of all with my sadness and loneliness. But don't forget to come back and dig me up. Leave all that other stuff cover it with reinforced concrete. Put up a sign that says: Danger! Radioactive! Highly Poisonous! Do Not Dig Here! Do Not Disturb! Then I will belong to the world.
24 May 2024
WHAT IS IN THE BOX?
WHAT IS IN THE BOX? Is it the answer to my hopes and dreams? is it love? Is it bacon? Is it a Braunschweiger sandwich with mayo in my lunchbag made lovingly by Mom? Is it an extra-sharp cheese omelet with fresh roasted green chile made by me for myself? Is it black bean and hot Italian sausage chile made with love for someone else? Is it a cup of Yunnan black tea - Stygian darkness cut with honey - made for pleasure? Is it being with someone you love as you watch the sunset and the sunlight is refracted colors bouncing from cloud to cloud? Is it poetry you write about someone you love? Is it watermelon to share with your lover? Is it a dream of love? Is it a remembrance of love? Is it knowing that there is always love as long as you love someone even if they no longer care about you? The answer is love - it is always love. The answer to all of life's questions comes down to love even if all you want to know is what's in the box?
24 May 2024
MORE THAN A BOX
MORE THAN A BOX At first I'm just a box waiting outside your door. Bring me in open me inspect me. If I'm cracked but useable keep me or trash me. No refunds. But if you keep me I may surprise you. My imperfections give me strength and guidance. I do not repeat errors I learn from them. Touch me caress me I respond in kind. I can offer: love without expectations without strings without judgment. But justopentheboxandtakealook damn it!
15 Nov 2021
MY DAD DIED FIVE CATS AGO
I hadn't wanted any other pets after I left home. On one visit home, I learned that the family dog, Lady, one I had picked out and named, who I fed every day, and always came running when I called, from wherever she was, had sickened and been put to sleep. No one had ever told me she was sick, or that she was dead. So many years later, with two step-children in the house, I was speaking with my mom about traveling to my dad's funeral. She asked me if I wanted one of his cats. I turned to my first wife's daughter and asked if she wanted a cat. She said she did, so I told my mom I would take one. When I arrived at the farmhouse my mom shared with her new husband, she put me in a room where both of my dad's cats had been kept since his death. My dad, like my mom, had remarried after their divorce, but I suppose his new wife didn't want the cats. After the wake for my dad, my mom offered to drive me to the airport with the cat I'd picked out. She loaded the cat, in a pet carrier, in her car, along with cat food, and bowls for food and water. On the way, I noticed she had put both cats in the carrier. My brother Pat was with us, and I asked him if he'd take one of the cats, but he said he'd already turned that idea down since he was highly allergic to cats. So I took both cats home, and after my first divorce, I took them with me to a small mortgaged house. About four years later I married again. One cat had died, but the other was fine. After the male was shot with a pellet gun, I thought I was done with cats. But, although my new wife, it turned out, didn't like animals, a stray female dropped a litter in our yard, and I managed to keep one: a little orange-and-white-striped one, just like my dad's male cat. One year later, a very young black & white female dropped a litter in our yard, but my wife insisted I get rid of them. However, I kept the mother - she looked so much like my dad's female cat, and the two of them were inseparable. After my wife roughly pushed the female off of her lap - the male was on my lap - they never bonded with my new wife. They avoided her. That should have given me pause. She said they gave her the evil eye. Fourteen years later, I found myself divorced again, with two cats to keep me company. They had been my constant companions. However, I found a girlfriend who spent every weekend with me, and we sure had a good time. But the cats always hid when she was there. They didn't like strangers. The woman herself had ghosted me suddenly a year and a half later after we'd met. Not long after that, my male cat disappeared, one day before suppertime, very unlike him, and I never found him, even though I put up posters, and he was chipped. I wandered through several neighborhoods for six months looking for that sweet cat. In my loneliness, I'd never felt such a close bond with any animal before. Then, early this year, the female cat died, about six years after I'd acquired a companion for the sad thing. I sure missed her. Not long after, about six months later, that cat died as well. I'd hadn't bonded very closely with that one, but the house is so empty now.
13 Aug 2021
MEMORIES OF A BLUE BAYOU
This episode is also available as a blog post: https://terrystuff.wordpress.com/2020/10/27/memories-of-a-blue-bayou/ *The word Chesepiooc is an Algonquian word referring to a village ‘at a big river’. The Chesapeake people, or the Chesepian, were a Native American tribe who inhabited the area now known as South Hampton Roads in Virginia. The Chesepian were wiped out by the Powhatan Confederacy, sometime before the arrival of the English at Jamestown in 1607. The Chesepian were eliminated because Powhatan’s priests had warned that “from the Chesapeake Bay a nation should arise, which should dissolve and give end to his empire.” The chief of all the Powhatan tribes, Wahunsonacock, later known as Powhatan, was so powerful that the English referred to him as a king. You may have heard of his daughter, Pocahontas, who became a bargaining chip. The Powhatan tribes had originally been generous, but they did not have enough of the food that the ever-increasing population of English settlers demanded. The English sometimes burned villages in order to force more food from Powhatan, which started the First Powhatan War. The English used Powhatan prisoners to force concessions from Powhatan, but Pocahontas, just as she had saved John Smith a year earlier, was able to arrange the release of the Powhatans. Later, she herself was taken prisoner by the English and held hostage in order to force Powhatan to give them more food, unsuccessfully. She remained a prisoner until she married English tobacco planter John Rolfe and peace returned, for a time.
13 Aug 2021
CUSP OF A MORNING
Desayuno, or breakfast in New Mexico, USA. This episode is also available as a blog post: https://terrystuff.wordpress.com/2021/05/05/cusp-of-a-morning/
13 Aug 2021
MY HEART IS NOT AWAKE
This episode is also available as a blog post: https://terrystuff.wordpress.com/2021/04/17/my-heart-is-not-awake/
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