Tag Archives: Lorna Crozier

Celebrating Wedding Vows! Two Poems by Crozier and Lane

A poet friend of mine is getting married today. And in a brief text exchange she invited me to remember how I felt the day I took my vows with my wife Somae. A great reminder of that day for me and the grace those vows have brought into my life. Thank you M. And […]

My Poetry Retreat in Umbria a Week Away! But First: A Poem from Last Year by Tonya Lailey

Outrider her soul goes ahead to Umbria a slow traveller on horseback by boat in turns sends a note home after a few days don’t worry I’ve prepared a place for you there’s a hook for your coral necklace a bedside perch for your notebook a casement window open to a line for drying your […]

For Sunday Three God Poems – Akbar, Tsvetaeva, Crozier

American/Iranian poet Kaveh Akbar Learning to Pray My father moved patiently cupping his hands beneath his chin, kneeling on a janamaz then pressing his forehead to a circle of Karbala clay. Occasionally he’d glance over at my clumsy mirroring, my too-big Packers T-shirt and pebble-red shorts, and smile a little, despite himself. Bending there with […]

Lorna Crozier – Her Mouth to the Lion’s Mouth – Next Week, Her Latest Poetry Collection Arrives

FALSE GODS These are the ones who show up at the party, grains of rapture bagged and tucked up their sleeves, heaven’s golden mead in flasks in their secret pockets. They’re everyone’s best nightmare. They sit in the front of the club, stuff the biggest notes in the G-strings of the strippers. At the gym […]

The Bigness of Small Poems # 34 in a Series – Winter Solstice – Winter Poems by Sarah, MacLeod, Lane, Crozier

  Solstice A sly gift it is, that on the year’s shortest day, the sun stays longest in this house – extends the wand of its slow slant and distant squint farthest into the long depths of our wintry rooms – to touch with tremulous light, interior places it has not lit before. Robyn Sarah […]

A Reflection for Remembrance Day – Three Poets – Owen, Crozier and Amichai

The Parable of the Old Man and the Young So Abram rose, and clave the wood and went, And took the fire with him, and a knife. And as they sojourned both of them together, Isac the first born spake and said, My Father, Behold the preparations, fire and iron, But where the lamb for […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #32 in a Series – The Indefatigable Lorna Crozier – Three Poems

WHAT THE SOUL WANTS  A horse made out of rain (it doesn’t need a blacksmith). A fret of dragonflies, the thin gloss of their wings. A yellow bicycle. Outside the door a tall coffee can full of sand for the soul’s gritty habits. A place where trees are happy. How can you tell? It’s the […]

To Soul or Not to Soul – Poems on Soul!

Oh, I Said My subject is the soul Difficult to talk about, Since it is invisible, Silent and often absent. Even when it shows itself In the eyes of a child Or a dog without a home, I’m at a loss for words. Charles Simic (1938 – )  from THE LUNATIC, HarperCollins Publishers, 2015 Earlier […]

A Clearer Way to See – The Shared Poetic Vision of Lorna Crozier and Patrick Lane

Yesterday, fleece under my sports jacket, I sat in Montreal with a few thousand others in a gargantuan white tent and listened to the convocation address at McGill University’s Spring Convocation for the Faculty of the Arts and Religious Studies. Yes, it was drafty and chilly under that tent but I didn’t notice. There are […]

What Her Heart Sees – The “Man from…..” Poems of Lorna Crozier & More!

                    Man from the Promised Land He was the north wind, the west. And I very nearly blew away with him My limbs light as grit. He whittled me Raised me to his lips and made me sing. It was Bedouin, Mojave, Saskatchewan’s Great Sandhills, the […]