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Sex or Not – A Poem by Christine Gosnay

Sex It is hard to make this choice when the room is so small and bright, and the outside big and deep. But I have not taught myself to lie on the earth and feel how much greater it is than me. And I can’t help following the sky with my eyes as it moves […]

My Next Generative Writing Retreat/Workshop – In Victoria November 3rd!

So happy to be leading this writing time in Victoria this coming Sunday. One or two spots still available. This time will be ideally suited for men and women searching for ways to support their recovery from addiction. And also others who want to  to recover their own hidden and waiting words. Who want to […]

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What’s at Stake These Days When Writing Poems that Might Offend And a Poem as an Example by Keetje Kuipers

I buy my white daughter a black doll and she cries and she sleeps and she rides through our kitchen in a pink stroller. She takes a tiny bottle in her pursed lips, and every night she takes a bubble bath. As my daughter drapes a washcloth across her brown shoulders and down her delicately […]

The Unexpected in the Overknown – Ada Limón’s Spring poem from “The Carrying”

Instructions on Not Giving Up More than the fuchsia funnels breaking out of the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’s almost obscene display of cherry limbs shoving their cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slate sky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the trees that really gets to me. When all the shock of white […]

Reprise for National Poetry Month – The Ah! Ah! Genius of Jack Gilbert – Two Huge Small Poems – # 47 in a Series

American Poet Jack Gilbert (1925-2012) The Cucumbers of Praxilla of Sicyon What is the best we leave behind? Certainly love and form and ourselves. Surely those. But it is the mornings that are hard to relinquish, and music and cucumbers. Rain on trees, empty piazzas in small towns flooded with sun. What we are busy […]

Absences Gone Through Me – R.I.P. W.S. Merwin and Patrick Lane – The Bigness of Small Poems – # 27 in a Series – Updated and Revised

EARLY ONE SUMMER Years from now someone will come upon a layer of birds and not know what he is listening for these are the days when the beetles hurry through dry grass hiding pieces of light W.S. Merwin from Migration: New and Selected Poems, Copper Canyon Press, 2005 What a great poem to celebrate […]

Beer-Label Poetry from Hoyne Brewing Co. in Victoria!

A Found Poem – Gratitude For people – For people who are naturally given to generosity, no matter their means. For industrious people who build things great and small and take pride in accomplishment. For people who try to do their best, but cannot. For people who only half believe their own stories. For people […]

More on Ursula K. Le Guin – Part One of a Two Part Series

In class, she said, “We writers are the raw nerve of the universe. Our job is to go out and feel things for people, then to come back and tell them how it feels to be alive. Because they are numb. Because we have forgotten.” In class, she said, “We have forgotten our rituals. Out […]

The Silences That Move Us To Speak – Ilya Kaminsky’s Poetry

Search Patrols I cover the eyes of Gena, 7, and Anushka, 2, as their father drops his trousers to be searched, and his flesh shakes, and around him: silence’s gross belly flaps. The crowd watches. The children watch us watch: soldiers drag the naked man up the staircase. I teach his children’s hands to make […]