Monthly Archives: September 2018

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 […]