Yearly Archives: 2018

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 42 in a Series – Patrizia Cavalli’s Honeyed Dome

What is lost is returned to me, what is far away is near me today, Whether you’re here, wherever you are, doesn’t matter today, today I am held within a honeyed dome that dampens and mingles the surging skein of sounds. I am inside and the outside enters me. Patrizia Cavalli, trans.J.D. McClatchy, from my […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 42 in a Series – Ellen Doré Watson – She Wants Eager

Word Nightsmell of sweet-aged wood, and curtains are a breathing. Wet palm of wave gentle-slaps thighsand. Not like yesterday’s brutal. The ribs of the room with their generous. Resting places. I understand where charity comes from but clarity? (No no-see-ums here in the white float of almost sleep.) Looking for a word, I’ve stepped into […]

Celebrating Wedding Vows! Two Poems by Crozier and Lane

A poet friend of mine is getting married today. And in a brief text exchange she invited me to remember how I felt the day I took my vows with my wife Somae. A great reminder of that day for me and the grace those vows have brought into my life. Thank you M. And […]

My Poetry Retreat in Umbria a Week Away! But First: A Poem from Last Year by Tonya Lailey

Outrider her soul goes ahead to Umbria a slow traveller on horseback by boat in turns sends a note home after a few days don’t worry I’ve prepared a place for you there’s a hook for your coral necklace a bedside perch for your notebook a casement window open to a line for drying your […]

For Sunday Three God Poems – Akbar, Tsvetaeva, Crozier

American/Iranian poet Kaveh Akbar Learning to Pray My father moved patiently cupping his hands beneath his chin, kneeling on a janamaz then pressing his forehead to a circle of Karbala clay. Occasionally he’d glance over at my clumsy mirroring, my too-big Packers T-shirt and pebble-red shorts, and smile a little, despite himself. Bending there with […]

With Death Looming, Two Astonishing Poems of Presence – Mandelstam and Stafford

AND I WAS ALIVE And I was alive in the blizzard of the blossoming pear, Myself I stood in the storm of the bird-cherry tree. It was all leaflife and starshower, unerring, self-shattering power, And it was all aimed at me. What is this dire delight flowering fleeing always earth? What is being? What is […]

Tom Crawford – R.I.P. – 1939-May 2018

How to Draw a Better Bird Resist eloquence. Get mad. If your bird is the snowy Clark’s Grebe, if that’s your bird, the one out there sitting on its eggs in a floating nest – stunning bird, serene bird – if that’s all you see, then it’s no good. You might just as well take […]

Lorna Crozier – Her Mouth to the Lion’s Mouth – Next Week, Her Latest Poetry Collection Arrives

FALSE GODS These are the ones who show up at the party, grains of rapture bagged and tucked up their sleeves, heaven’s golden mead in flasks in their secret pockets. They’re everyone’s best nightmare. They sit in the front of the club, stuff the biggest notes in the G-strings of the strippers. At the gym […]

When Poetry Arrives – Neruda and Urrea

Poetry And it was at that age . . . poetry arrived in search of me. I don’t know, I don’t know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don’t know how or when, no, they were not voices, they were not words, not silence, but from a street it called me, […]

Ursula K. Le Guin (1929-2018) – Part Two of a Two Part Series

……something that I think poems do, is observe the world and make it new again. Kevin Young (Poetry Editor of the New Yorker) from The New Yorker Poetry Podcasts, July 27th, 2018. The Small Indian Pestle at the Applegate House Dense, heavy, fine-grained, dark basalt worn river-smooth all round, a cylinder with blunt round ends, […]