Yearly Archives: 2016

The Bigness of Small Poems – #20 in a Series – Hyaena Season Launches!

Cherish This World The daughter, for a time, who wouldn’t talk or look at him, that daughter, tells of her days and nights on Mandarte Island, barely more than a rock in the Salish Sea. He touches his tongue to the sound Man-dart-eh makes in the mouth. Says it again and again. Something cracks open […]

A Poet/Saint! Happy 88th Birthday to Jean Vanier on Sept. 10th

I grieve to speak of love and yet not love as I should. I ask forgiveness of the many I have wounded. And of the many I have passed without seeing their wounds. Pray for me, my brother. Jean Vanier from the foreword to Tears of Silence, Griffin House, 1971 For me, it seems absurd […]

The Squinch – An Architecture of Appetite in Poems by Hass and Kinnell

  BLACKBERRY EATING I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost […]

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Read about a recent review of my book Hyaena Season in Image Journal’s Good Letters blog by author, anthologist and long-time Image contributor, Peggy Rosenthal. I recently posted my video about Poetry as Prayer, from the Logos Project, as well as the full article, and watch here for my upcoming Poetry as Prayer retreats. What a […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #19 in a Series – David Fraser Storms the Unspeakable!

The End The room is too small for a serious debate between two lovers who are no more, but perfect for the silences of space, the cosmos swallowing up comment, leaving only one exit for both of them, each not wanting to be the first. David Fraser from After All the Scissor Work Is Done, […]

Where Does a Great Poem Point To? – Poems and Comments by Franz Wright and Li-Young Lee

NOT NOW for Dzvinia Orlowsky Where is the the man of heaven in me— my body’s filthy, face and hands completely filthy with the man of dust This mask this glove of human flesh is all I have and that’s not bad and that’s not good not good enough not now Franz Wright (1953-2015) from […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #18 in a Series – James Wright – A Poem to Counter Terror

  TODAY I WAS HAPPY, SO I MADE THIS POEM As the plump squirrel scampers Across the roof of the corncrib, The moon suddenly stands up in the darkness, And I see that it is impossible to die. Each moment of time is a mountain. An eagle rejoices in the oak trees of heaven, Crying […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 17 in a Series – Song Lines – The Eco-Poetics of Basma Kavanaugh

from NICHE Last winter a chorale in an old church, a cold night in a prairie city. The unaccompanied human voices smouldered and keened, swelled the stone building, fluttered in the wooden rafters, soared over shining pews, ruffling the hairs of my body. With my skin suddenly too small, and pain burnishing my larynx, I […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 16 in a Series – Li-Young Lee

One Heart  Look at the birds. Even flying is born out of nothing. The first sky is inside you, open at either end of day. The work of wings was always freedom, fastening one heart to every falling thing. Li-Young Lee (1957 – ) from Book Of My Nights, BOA Editions, 2001 As I collect […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 15 in a Series – Advice from Rukeyser: Burst Into Flower

THE POWER OF SUICIDE The potflower on the windowsill says to me In words that are green-edged red leaves : Flower     flower     flower     flower Today for the sake of all the dead     Burst into flower. Muriel Rukeyser, from The Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser, McGraw- Hill, 1982 Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980) is […]