A Cento by Nancy Issenman Say Yes Sniff the naked page It is time to praise! white ash, sassafras so beautiful on the tongue waves of language across the skin (makes) all the world a page I have to say yes. I can smell this poem as one layer devours the next your calligraphic hand […]
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LAST WATER SONG It was not the water you tried to find when you were young. That was the water that lost you. You climbed trees to look and the water was there. You walked on the earth and the water was nowhere. That was the losing water. This water is the finding water. It […]
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Come to the window — you call to me Come to the window — you call to me — I, wanting to sleep in, to detach awhile from the beauty but, also brood, and you know this so — come to the window, you say — […]
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Running the Rivers with N and C — For Natalie Diaz and Catherine Owen How to write the unruly, the unsettled, words forever water, slipping past always and never, too quick for grief, too slow for regret, but you carry them, carry them, anyway. The beauty, beauty, carries them. Richard Osler, May 17th, […]
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I Wish I Could Tell You, John Prine The time I saw you live you were opening for Arlo Guthrie but it was you I went to see. You played them all, your glorious songs, introduced an angel from Montgomery, showed us the tracks on a young vet’s arm, taught us a thing or two […]
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Time and Violence The evening was the same as any other. I came out and stood on the step. The suburb was closed in the weather of an early spring and the shallow tips and washed out yellows of narcissi resisted dusk. And crocuses and snowdrops. I stood there and felt the melancholy of growing […]
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April 28, 2020 – 11:46 am
A WOMAN PAINTED ON LEAF I found it among curios and silver in the pureness of wintry light. A woman painted on a leaf. Fine lines drawn on a veined surface in a hand-made frame. This is not my face. Neither did I draw it. A leaf falls in the garden. The moon cools its […]
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WHAT I SEE IS THE LIGHT FALLING ALL AROUND US To have understood some small piece of the world more deeply doesn’t have to mean we’re not as lost as before, or so it seems this morning, random bees stirring among the dogwood blossoms, a few here and there stirring differently somehow, more like resisting […]
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Imagi 31 In a ratcheting wind, salt grasses twist around November roots and the olive-hued saw palms throb against their crowns. For now, the dunes are sure. Yet, as sea-foam flashes white around their knees, the sand sinks with each tidal flow. Close offshore, waves rise from the flounder-gray Gulf and wind-driven crystals deflect into […]
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April 13, 2020 – 11:53 am
If I break a leg, I’ll go to a doctor. If I break my heart or if the world breaks my spirit, I will go to a poet…… The healing power of art is not a rhetorical fantasy… For some, music, for some, pictures, for me, primarily, poetry…..cuts through noise and hurt, opens the wound […]
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