Category Archives: Poetry

A Poem for Our Time by the Great Spanish Poet Antonio Machado – Walker, There Is No Road, The Road is Made by Walking

from Proverbs and Songs #29 Walker, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more. Walker, there is no road, the road is made by walking. Walking you make the road, and turning to look behind you see the path you never again will step upon. Walker, there is no road, only foam trails on the […]

Grief Work – Two Versions of a Poem by Natalie Diaz

Grief Work Why not go toward the things I love? I have walked slow in the garden of her—: gazed the black flower dilating her animal- eye I give up my sorrows the way a bull gives it horns—: astonished, and wishing there is rest in the body’s softest parts. Like Jacob’s angel, I touched […]

The Poetic Disruptions of Natalie Diaz – A Rich and Complex Title Poem in a Brilliant and Complex Book – Her Second Collection – Postcolonial Love Poem

Postcolonial Love Poem I’ve been taught bloodstones can cure a snakebite, can stop the bleeding—most people forgot this when the war ended. The war ended depending on which war you mean: those we started, before those, millennia ago and onward, those which started me, which I lost and won— these ever-blooming wounds. I was built […]

To Put the Soul Right – A Poem (plus two others) by Caitlin Maude, With Thanks to Ilya Kaminsky for Sharing It

I Long For the Rhyme of Health I long for the rhyme of health a small fresh syllable a poultice of words to put the soul right and make the body strong. I long for a rhyme to put the soul right. Caitlín Maude, trans. from the Gaelic by Pearse Hutchinson from a Facebook post […]

These Days I Can’t Seem To Get Enough of Greg Orr, His Latest Book – Two More Wisdom Poems for Hard Times

It’s narrow . . . It’s narrow, and no room For error—I zig And zag through The treacherous channel. What fool said joy Is less risky than grief? My ship could wreck On either shore. Needing to navigate By contradiction: What I want to grip, I need to release. When despair says “Let go,” I […]

A Found Poem – By Italian Novelist Francesca Melandri from The Guardian on March 27th – When All of This Is Over the World Won’t Be the Same

From The Guardian: The acclaimed Italian novelist Francesca Melandri, who has been under lockdown in Rome for almost three weeks due to the Covid-19 outbreak, has written a letter to fellow Europeans “from your future”, laying out the range of emotions people are likely to go through over the coming weeks. And what a letter […]

In a Strange Time, A Familiar Voice in These Pages- A Poem from Today, March 28th, by Francesca Bell from Rattle’s Poets Respond

LOVE IN THE TIME OF COVID-19 for my husband, 21 years my senior There are so many times I could have killed you. After 28 years of marriage— the only contact sport I’ve ever stuck with— I found myself crying this morning, after a trip outside, singing Happy Birthday three times through, just to be […]

The Answer to the Question “Yes” – The Whimsy and the Wise Words for a Time of Shatter – Four Poems by American Poet Gregory Orr

The last love poem I will ever write…. Will contain an invention for turning ant’s tears Into hummingbird wings. It will hold every Elegy the night sky ever wrote for the moon. It will reveal the answer to the question “Yes.” It will feature a rosebush that grew naturally Into the shape of a woman, […]

After All of This is Over – For the Pandemic, a Perfect Poem By Ada Limón, Winner of the 2018 National Book Critics Circle Award

DEAD STARS Out here, there’s a bowing even the trees are doing. Winter’s icy hand at the back of all of us. Black bark, slick yellow leaves, a kind of stillness that feels so mute it’s almost in another year. I am a hearth of spiders these days: a nest of trying. We point out […]

Singing in Dark Times – #9 in a series – Where Does the World Hurt – Everywhere. A Poem by Warsan Shire. And One More for Good Measure!

what they did yesterday afternoon they set my aunts house on fire i cried the way women on tv do folding at the middle like a five pound note. i called the boy who use to love me tried to ‘okay’ my voice i said hello he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened? i’ve been praying, and […]