Tag Archives: Gregory Orr

At the End of a Tumultuous Year a Celebration of Resilience and Hanging In – Five Poems by Hilbert, Stafford, Orr, Hayden and Holm

Red Paint If you look at the cedar ʔəbil’ čəxʷ gʷəšuuc tiʔəʔ x̌pay’ you’ll see how it bends č(ə)xʷa šudxʷ ʔəsčal kʷi suqəčil and doesn’t break gʷəl xʷiʔ gʷəsuxʷəƛ̓ and […]

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, […]

In A World Full of Falling, Full of Grief, also Solace – The Poetry of Danusha Laméris

CHERRIES The woman standing in the Whole Foods aisle over the pyramid of fruit, neatly arranged under glossy lights, watched me drop a handful into a paper bag, said how […]

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 […]

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 Proof is in the Pudding – American Poet Gregory Orr’s Ongoing Healing Journey Through Poetry

A Song of What Happens If I wrote in a short story Or novel that when my father Was young, about thirteen, He and his best friend Stole a rifle […]

A Huge Small Poem from Greg Orr’s latest Poetry Collection

              Song of Aftermath Standing now, in a place Scrubbed raw by flood. I, who sought neither Rapture nor fracture. Now the question is: […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #12 in a Series – Gregory Orr (Again)

Sorrow is good; Tears are good. But too much Grief erodes. What if all The soft soil Washes away And only hard Furrows remain? Then what? Then what can grow […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 8 in a Series – Gregory Orr

Note to self: remember What Emerson said of Thoreau— That he loved the low In nature: Muskrats And crickets, suckers And frogs. Not stars. Songs of the carnal, Songs of […]

Christian Wiman and Greg Orr — How To Lighten Grief’s Gravity

I sometimes think art is useless in the face of extreme suffering, but then I remember Miklos Radnoti, Paul Celan, Anna Akhmatova, or Mandelstam—and I bow my head (to them) […]