Category Archives: Poetry

My Story – Transforming Anger into Action Close to Home – What To Do About “Unsustainable Logging”? How To Turn “Things or Objects” into Nouns We Care For?

“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 […]

S (Reprise and Surprise) is for Sotelo – Watching Men and Women Performing Their Wounds – Poems from VIRGIN by Analicia Sotelo

Private Property In this minor emergency of the self, We drink to become confused, To swim in the dark like idiot fish. This is a lake at night in a forest. This is where we look up at the stains In the sky and someone says, It’s purpling out here, And someone else says, Someone […]

S is for Spriggs – Two Get-Me-Every-Time Poems by the American Poet Bianca Lynne Spriggs

What Women Are Made Of There are many kinds of open. — Audre Lorde We are all ventricle, spine, lung, larynx, and gut. Clavicle and nape, what lies forked in an open palm; we are follicle and temple. We are ankle, arch, sole. Pore and rib, pelvis and root and tongue. We are wishbone and gland […]

T is for Thesen (and Gallant) – The Wig-Maker – A Remarkable Collaboration – Truth-Telling, Poetry, Healing

from The Neighbour My dad was such a liar.       It was all about perception, I had to be a refined lady             I never carried myself like a slut, not even nail polish. I was perfect.       I fooled them all, to the point where I fooled myself.             I was fictitious. I wore […]

X is for Xie – Third in a Series Featuring a Reverse Alphabet of Poets Beginning at Z for Zwicky, Y for Yasmin

Melancholia The black dog approaches? I pry open the crooked jaw. Inside? A heady odor, elemental. And then? I spin through my life again. How so? Slow and fast, fast and slow. What follows? Time, the oil of it. What direction? Solitude throws me off the scent. And what lies ahead? Even the future recoils, […]

Y is for Yasmin – Ouch! Ouch! The Tough Truths – “Confront the Complexities” – in Seema Yasmin’s Must-Read Poetry Collection: “If God is a Virus”

Seema Yasmin M.D. (1982 -) British-born American doctor and journalist who in recent years now adds poet to her “other” accomplishments!!! (Starting with Z for Zwicky this blog post, Y for Yasmin is now the second in a series of blog posts to feature contemporary poets by going backwards through the alphabet according to the […]

Three on Trees by Merwin for Earth Day 2021 and a Quote by Terry Tempest Williams, A Cry Out For Us To Be Attached to Our World, Its Nouns!

PLACE On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree what for not for the fruit the tree that bears the fruit is not the one that was planted I want the tree that stands in the earth for the first time with the sun already going down and the […]

Z is for Zwicky – A Poem from her 2020 Poetry Collection! And Hello to National Poetry Month!

Lullaby Don’t let grief frighten you. Standing outside, in the mind, its silhouette is winged and cavernous. But what brought you here: is past. No need to lock the door. Don’t let grief frighten you. Bring it in to sit down by the fire. In the hearthlight, you will see its face is human, its […]

On Swimming – Remembering Adam Zagajewski and A “Swimming” Poem by Maxine Kumin!

On Swimming The rivers of this country are sweet as a troubador’s song, the heavy sun wanders westward on yellow circus wagons. Little village churches hold a fabric of silence so fine and old that even a breath could tear it. I love to swim in the sea, which keeps talking to itself in the […]

In a Dry as Dry Desert Time – A Poem by American Poet Jessica Jacobs Plus Two Others from Her 2019 Memoir-In-Poems

When You Ask Me Why We Took So Long I could tell you again how tired I was then, how disillusioned. The real answer, though? I have no idea. But I do know this: Even with evidence of recent rain, a desert says only dryness. Its low bushes brittle, its cracked earth red as rust. […]