Yearly Archives: 2022

From May 2022, The La Romita 2020 Online Poetry Community’s Kaminsky Prompt Poems – Part One

For Ukraine, Listen You are alive, I whisper to myself, therefore something in you listens — Ilya Kaminsky from the poem Alfonso, In Snow from Deaf Republic You tell me you don’t recognize your life that you hear even fear is prohibited so you hold yours close. You are running, always running,  away from all […]

Rosemary Griebel’s Guest Poetry Blog, Part Two – Praise and Lamentation in the Poetry Collection “God of Nothingness” by American Poet Mark Wunderlich

from A DRIFTLESS SON It came to me to sell the family farm, shift its failures to a man who planned to occupy the place for recreation, to hunt the deer that spook and shadow in the pines, my job to consign to another my granddad’s stunted grove of walnuts planted—against the forester’s advice — […]

Introducing the Guest Poetry Blog Series and its First Contributor, Canadian Poet Rosemary Griebel – Part One of Two

After twelve years of the Recovering Words poetry blog I wanted to introduce other voices to this conversation.  To have other poets and readers of poetry share with me and my readers a poet who means much to them and, quite likely, profile a poet I am not familiar with with, adding to my on-going […]

Living with Yes/No – Prose by Guy Gavriel Kay, Poems by Mahon and Szymborska

She laughed aloud. It was good to feel laughter, to release it. To believe it was permitted. That many things might now, finally, be allowed. We are vulnerable when we feel that way. But not, in truth, any more than we live curtailed, held back, enraged, afraid. Everything is, indeed, always changing. And not usually […]

The Nourishing Dark Bread of a Poem – Mary Oliver’s Poem, Flare

From Flare 1. Welcome to the silly, comforting poem. It is not the sunrise, which is a red rinse, which is flaring all over the eastern sky; it is not the rain falling out of the purse of God; it is not the blue helmet of the sky afterward, or the trees, or the beetle […]

Doorways Out of Time – A Tribute to David Lloyd Blackwood (Nov. 7th, 1941-July 2nd, 2022) by Way of a Story of an Art Collection and a Friendship

(All artwork images in this post with permission and Copyright David Blackwood Inc.) On July 2nd, the nationally and internationally acclaimed Canadian/Newfoundland artist David Blackwood(1941-2022) died at home in Port Hope, Ontario. He was eighty years old. But his artistic voice will continue to speak through his body of work that will likely rank among […]

Micheline Maylor’s “The Bad Wife” – Her Latest Poetry Collection – AKA The Good Poems!!!

  From OMEN: CALLA LILIES …The last chickadee on earth flies out of your mouth. You are that perfect. So perfect that birds nest in your mouth, and I am a wolf toothed she-beast panting and wild on the shore, blood-driven and stirred. I shred you, a whirlwind in a wheat field. All the seeds […]

Eliza Griswold (IF MEN, THEN) and Victoria Redel (Speaking About Men) – A Tough But Vital Conversation Between Two Poems

Prelude to a Massacre Twenty men crossing a bridge, into a village, is not a metaphor but prelude to a massacre. Marred by violence my mind begs forgiveness, self-conscious at its pattern of reprise. This old song can’t stop singing itself: If men, Then… The bright clatter of boots on the slats of a bridge, […]

They Left a Reed Basket of Wind – This Dislocated World – Two Poems by the American Poet and Novelist Victoria Redel

Garden In the first weeks we already knew this was history, that you’d speak of our nakedness, the flat grasses we wove & slipped over each other. First there was wild onion, the sharp tang of shoot & bulb. Later came frills of green leaf, stalks, tips too. Then peaches. Standing together in sunlight, of […]

Found and Erasure Poem – from an Interview with Ukrainian Writer Vladislav Kitik and Excerpts from Other Interviews in the Same Article by Ilya Kaminsky in The Paris Review, March 24th, 2022

AN ERASURE AND FOUND POEM A seagull, all fluffed up, sits at the edge of the pier, chest against the wind. A sharp explosion  interrupts its contemplation, the gray water, it spreads its wings. Seagulls don’t know what war is. But after sixteen days, the gulls overcome confusion, learn not to fly too far when […]