Yearly Archives: 2016

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 27 in a Series – W.S. Merwin, American Master of Small Poems!

EARLY ONE SUMMER Years from now someone will come upon a layer of birds and not know what he is listening for these are the days when the beetles hurry […]

Poetry – How you bleed! A Window Thrown Open! – Mark Frutkin and Gwendolyn MacEwen

There is music in the poem but the poem is not music. There may be meaning in the poem but the poem is not simply its meaning. There may be […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 26 in a Series – Patrick Lane – On Christmas Eve – And Still We Sing!

God Walks Burning Through Me When I sleep the birds come to the garden With their gifts of seeds. Out of ice last year’s leaves of grass lift into night. […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 25 in a Series – In Praise of the Unfinished by Julia Hartwig

Feeling the Way The most beautiful is what is still unfinished a sky filled with stars uncharted by astronomers a sketch by Leonardo a song broken off from emotion A […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #24 in a Series – The Poetic Wisdom of John O’Donohue

Fluent I would love to live Like a river flows, Carried by the surprise Of its own unfolding John O’Donohue from Conemara Blues, HarperCollins, 2001 Short and sweet! This poem! […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 23 in a Series – Heidi Garnett’s Poetry of Witness

Hatchling A TV screen flickers blue in a darkened living room. A man sits on a back stoop with his dog. He scans the sky for signs of thinning cracks, […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 22 in a Series – Cohen and Zwicky

SUMMER HAIKU for Frank and Marion Scott Silence and a deeper silence when the crickets hesitate Leonard Cohen from Leonard Cohen: Selected Poems 1956-1968, McClelland & Stewart, 1968 I am […]

Gone So Quietly, Unexpectedly – But Listen! Her Poems Still Sing! Brigit Pegeen Kelly (1951-2016)

The Leaving My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily. I was a girl then, […]

Intimate Poetry That Sells – And Sells – The Poetry of Toronto-based Rupi Kaur

When my mother opens her mouth to have a conversation at dinner my father shoves the word hush between her lips and tells her to never speak with her mouth […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #21 in a Series – Poem as Mirror and Solace

ON THE TABLE IN THE ROOM IN THE DARK house lies the book you didn’t know you were looking for, opened to the page with the poem about solace you […]