November 30, 2021 – 10:28 pm
KEEPING OUR SMALL BOAT AFLOAT So many blessings have been given to us During the first distribution of light, that we are Admired in a thousand galaxies for our grief. Don’t expect us to appreciate creation or to Avoid mistakes. Each of us is a latecomer To the earth, picking up wood for the fire. […]
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November 28, 2021 – 9:33 pm
Where will we find another like him? Tony Hoagland from The Village Troublemaker: Robert Bly and American Poetry in The American Poetry Review, September/October, 2011 The Pistachio Nut God crouches at night over a single pistachio. The vastness of the Wind River Range in Wyoming Has no more grandeur than the waist of a child. […]
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October 14, 2021 – 6:08 pm
MY BODY, HAVING LEARNED RESURRECTION The day ripens on my face. The opening of my eyes is the plucking of stars and I want to keep the glistening thing forever but my hands, I need them empty to carry other dreams like pulling myself out of bed, washing my face and carving today’s date into […]
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September 30, 2021 – 3:30 pm
THE SOUL IS A TINY THING for Sophie The day you were born the sun thawed the tears on your father’s face. We needed you, a flirt of grace, your breath on our lips like one long kiss. We could have spent a lifetime together in that kiss. Today you are twenty-six. You send me […]
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September 30, 2021 – 10:17 am
Poet as Diviner – Hunting the Pluck of Poetry An Invitation to a Ten-Day Generative Poetry Writing Retreat with poet Richard Osler and Paper-Arts Facilitator Terry-Ann Carter at La Romita School of Art, Terni, Umbria, Italy THE DIVINER Cut from the green hedge a forked hazel stick […]
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September 13, 2021 – 5:11 pm
Small Elegy for New York A small bird sings in the apple tree today where the fruit hangs heavy in the heat. The harvest is still weeks away. He sings to leaves to shelter him, that there be flowers, nests, and seeds, that the sky he knows will always be the sky. In New York […]
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I write poems…to say grace. Xiao Yue Shan from Minutes, Sea-Sight Journal Day Nineteen, June 29th, 2021 from her website shellyshan.com the ocean is a gateway, a gentleness that contains and understands rage. almost fata morgana. the water is the ink by which the story of the land may be written. memory that may be projected […]
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Pleasuring Shahrazad In rosewater I rinse my final words, dip them into your body. Your slow, saline drip on my tongue. You eclipse Medinan dates soaked in honey, saffron rice with diced pistachios, a single pomegranate— surah carved in Kufic on each ruby seed. Camphor recites its being inside a kerosene lamp. Don’t plead, simply […]
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In a series of synchronistic events a poem I wrote has come back to me more than thirty years after I wrote it and almost twenty years since I had disavowed it and forgotten it! I had forgotten that a dear friend, Sarah Wilson, copied out the poem in her distinctive and wonderful script with […]
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“If I choose not to become attached to nouns – a person, place or thing – then when I refuse a intimate’s love or hoard my spirit, when a known landscape is bought, sold and developed, chained or grazed to stubble, or a hawk is shot and hung by its feet on a barbed wire […]
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