Yearly Archives: 2017

The Bigness of Small Poems – # 35 in a Series – To Grieve, Yet Credit Marvels – Gelman, Berger & Heaney

  “The Deluded” hope fails us often grief never. that’s why some think that known grief is better than unknown grief. they believe that hope is illusion. they are deluded […]

What’s in a Hyphen – Poet Anne Michaels Tells Us

Later, What I Saw There – After Reading Anne Michael’s ‘All WE SAW’ — for Anne Michaels Sometimes, a skipping stone on water, my eye skips off pages of poems […]

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 […]

A Tribute to John Berger (1926-2017) – The Laid-On Blacks Are All Man Made

I’m writing on the paper with black ink. And blacks (as distinct from dark greys, dark blues or greens or browns) have acquired more weight, are heavier. Other colours flare […]

Difficult Gifts – Jane Hirschfield’s Shining White Bull

Each Moment a White Bull Steps Shining into the World If the gods bring to you a strange and frightening creature, accept the gift as if it were one you […]

Three Poetic Riffs on Courage – Part Three – Jan Zwicky

  COURAGE And now you know that it won’t turn out as it should that what you did was not enough, that ignorance, old evil, is enforced and willed, and […]

Three Poetic Riffs on Courage – Part Two – Jack Gilbert

The Abnormal Is Not Courage The Poles rode out from Warsaw against the German tanks on horses. Rode knowing, in sunlight, with sabers. A magnitude of beauty that allows me […]

Three Poetic Riffs on Courage – Part One – Jane Mead

World of Made and Unmade from Section III * * * How will you spend your courage, her life asks my life No courage spent of bloodshot/gunshot/taproot/eye. How will you […]

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 […]

Fierce Grace – The Debut Poetry Collection of Susan Alexander

PRAYER Unexpected day, cold and grey. Only the daffodils like fallen shards of sun glow among the ferns. Wide-eyed at the lawn’s edge, they coax us out of doors. We […]