Category Archives: Poetry

Begin Afresh, Afresh! Poems of Spring by Larkin and Limón

  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 […]

Saved by Poetry – Sam Hamill, Poet, Editor, Publisher (1943-April 14th, 2018)

Blasphemy For Sam Hamill Let the blasphemy be spoken: poetry can save us, not the way a fisherman pulls the drowning swimmer into his boat, not the way Jesus, between screams, promised life everlasting to the thief crucified beside him on the hill, but salvation nevertheless. Somewhere a convict sobs into a book of poems […]

Poetic Healing – Poems of Grief and Healing in the Aftermath of the Humboldt Broncos’ Tragedy

Grief Trying to remember you is like carrying water in my hands a long distance across sand. Somewhere people are waiting. They have drunk nothing for days. Your name was the food I lived on; now my mouth is full of dirt and ash. To say your name was to be surrounded by feathers and […]

Where Do Poems Come From? Prado and Whipple Respond!

Human Rights I know God lives in me as in no other house. I am his countryside, His alchemical vessel, and, to his joy, His two eyes. But this handwriting is mine. Adelia Prado (1935 – ) trans. by Ellen Dore Watson from Ex-Voto, Tupelo Press, 2013 My Art My art is not the least […]

The Unthinkable is Thinkable – Stephen Hawking and Wislawa Szymborska

  Somewhere in the cosmos, perhaps, intelligent life may be watching these lights of ours aware of what they mean, Hawking said. Or do our lights wander a lifeless cosmos, unseen beacons announcing that here on our rock, the universe discovered its existence? from CNBC, March 19th, 2018  Plato, or Why For unclear reasons under […]

Writing on Fire – Another Poem by Vittori Colonna

# 103 I’m afraid the knot in which for years my soul has been bound up now rules: I write from habit, not because I am on fire. I’m afraid the knot is tightly tied, and by myself: I’m proud and therefore dull. I think my days are useful when in fact I waste them. […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #39 in a Series – Five Disorienting Wisdom Poems!

Happiness I saw a bee settle on a rose petal. It sipped, and off it flew. All in all, happiness, too, is something little. Trilussa (aka Carlo Alberto Salustri 1871-1950), ed. Geoffrey Brock, trans. John Dowd from FSG Book of 20th Century Italian Poetry, FSG, 2012 Discovered to my shock I never posted this a few […]

Vittoria Colonna – Renaissance Poet – Death is What Makes Room for Love

# 56 We are blind. The ancient fear of death assails us often, for we do not carry on our backs the great and solid wings of hope. Nor do we build our houses on that rock, but dig in sand and call our losses cruel. Yet death is what makes room for love. May […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #38 in a Series – Jane Hirschfield’s Poem, Late Prayer

Late Prayer Tenderness does not choose its own uses. It goes out to everything equally Including rabbit and hawk. Look: in the iron bucket, A single nail, a single ruby – All the heavens and hells. They rattle in the heart and make one sound. Jane Hirschfield from Lives of the Heart, Harper Collins, 1997 […]

When an Angry Poet Prays Past Anger – The Bigness of Small Poems – #37 in a Series – Danez Smith

  little prayer Let ruin end here let him find honey where there once was a slaughter let him enter the lion’s cage & find a field of lilacs and let this be the healing & if not  let it be Danez Smith from Don’t Call Us Dead, Graywolf Press, 2017 A searing new voice […]