Category Archives: Poetry

Poetry as Devotion, Prayer and Wholeness – The Poetry of Jennifer Grotz – And Quotes on Poetry by Rosemary Griebel and Juleta Seversen-Baker

  Poetry, in both its creation and the reading of it, insists on careful listening. Careful listening opens a space for the soul, for revelation, for wholeness. Poems are glimpses of wholeness. —Juleta Severson-Baker, Calgary-based poet and educator who teaches at the Calgary Arts Academy and Mount Royal University. Poetry matters because it is one […]

To Celebrate the Wonder-Filled Life of Thich Nhat Hanh (1926-2022) – A Poem of Jane Hirschfield and One of Mine

A Golden Shovel to Celebrate the Life of Thich Nhat Hanh The most beautiful place of Heaven is on Earth. —Thich Nhat Hanh from This Moment is Full of Wonders, Chronicle Books, 2015 Breathing in, I calm my body Breathing out, I smile. Dwelling in the present moment, I know this is a wonderful moment. […]

I Turn Towards Words – A Tribute for Robert Jensen, American Artist, Dear Friend

Come, let us spread a picnic on the precipice, Eat, drink be merry with our back to the abyss, Till in that dusk when Bats cannot be told from the Swallows, Gifts from threats, we’ll banish solemn songs like this. This is our hopeless heaven these flowers our eyes have watered, Wine drawn from our […]

For Epiphany (January 6th): Martha Royea’s Refreshing Poetic Take on T.S. Eliot’s “Journey of the Magi”

The Return Journey — After T.S. Eliot, The Journey of the Magi “They’re coming! They’re coming back!” I went shouting, skirts flying and my hair not combed; I ran to the barns to tell father, and then to the cookhouse, and then to shoo the gambling men from the doorway again, and light the lamps, […]

Ugly, Ugly, Ugly – Terrance Hayes’s Gorgeous New Year Poem!!!

American Sonnet for the New Year things got terribly ugly incredibly quickly things got ugly embarrassingly quickly actually things got ugly unbelievably quickly honestly things got ugly seemingly infrequently initially things got ugly ironically usually awfully carefully things got ugly unsuccessfully occasionally things got ugly mostly painstakingly quietly seemingly things got ugly beautifully infrequently things […]

Remembering Robert Bly – Part Two

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. […]

“Where Will We Find Another Like Him? “ – Robert Bly (December 23rd, 1926 – November 21st, 2021)

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. […]

Moved By The Shape of Scars – A Poem and a Chapbook by Ghanaian Writer and Poet Tryphena Yeboah

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 […]

“The Dark Came Down” – R.I.P. Sophie Alexandra Musgrave Reid (1989-2021) – And Poems of Response by Her Mother, Canadian Poet, Susan Musgrave

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 […]

In Spite of 9/11 and Other Catastrophes We Must Still Sing – A Reflection on Patrick Lane’s Poem – Small Elegy for New York

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 […]