Time and Violence The evening was the same as any other. I came out and stood on the step. The suburb was closed in the weather of an early spring and the shallow tips and washed out yellows of narcissi resisted dusk. And crocuses and snowdrops. I stood there and felt the melancholy of growing […]
Monthly Archives: April 2020
The Great Gift of Women Poets – Another Poem in Memory of Eavan Boland (1944-2020)
April 28, 2020 – 1:51 pm
Eavan Boland (Sept. 24th, 1944 – April 27th, 2020) – Your Poetic Marvels – Poems to grow Old In. To Die In. And Now Your Very Real Death – R.I.P.
April 28, 2020 – 11:46 am
A WOMAN PAINTED ON LEAF I found it among curios and silver in the pureness of wintry light. A woman painted on a leaf. Fine lines drawn on a veined surface in a hand-made frame. This is not my face. Neither did I draw it. A leaf falls in the garden. The moon cools its […]
A Look Inside the Surprising Heart and Mind of American Poet Carl Phillips – A Poem From His 2018 Collection Wild Is The Wind and One from His 2020 Collection, Pale Colours in a Tall Field
April 25, 2020 – 7:49 pm
WHAT I SEE IS THE LIGHT FALLING ALL AROUND US To have understood some small piece of the world more deeply doesn’t have to mean we’re not as lost as before, or so it seems this morning, random bees stirring among the dogwood blossoms, a few here and there stirring differently somehow, more like resisting […]
For Now the Dunes Are [NOT] Sure – R.I.P. Glynn Irby, U.S. Gulf Coast Poet and Luminous Human
April 25, 2020 – 2:09 pm
Imagi 31 In a ratcheting wind, salt grasses twist around November roots and the olive-hued saw palms throb against their crowns. For now, the dunes are sure. Yet, as sea-foam flashes white around their knees, the sand sinks with each tidal flow. Close offshore, waves rise from the flounder-gray Gulf and wind-driven crystals deflect into […]
An Invitation to Sink Down into a Poem and Overhear a Heck of a Healing Chat between the Titanic and American Poet and Performer Laura Brown-Lavoie
April 13, 2020 – 11:53 am
If I break a leg, I’ll go to a doctor. If I break my heart or if the world breaks my spirit, I will go to a poet…… The healing power of art is not a rhetorical fantasy… For some, music, for some, pictures, for me, primarily, poetry…..cuts through noise and hurt, opens the wound […]
For Easter Monday A Post from Easter Monday Six Years Ago! A God Who Eats Words – The Devotional poems of Adélia (Luzia) Prado (Freitas)
April 13, 2020 – 11:09 am
While writing a blog for today I came across a reference to the fabulous Brazilian poet Adélia Prado and then went searching for my blogs on her. And found this post from Easter Monday six years ago and thought too perfect, must use it again! Prado was acknowledged in 2014 with A Distinguished Lifetime Contribution […]
A Bewitchery of Words and Natural and Mythic Worlds – The New Poems of Nova Scotian Poet Anne Simpson
April 7, 2020 – 3:56 pm
IN THE TEDIUM I go into days and nights, one after the other. A cup set down, a scraped chair. Outside, a coyote, tangled yelps. Moon, the way it lies on snow. Snakebite blue. I get up, stone. I sit down, stone. King of morning, noon, night. Eat each stone, spit it out. This is […]
Patrick’s Poets – #3 in a Series – Vancouver Island’s Mary Ann Moore
April 5, 2020 – 11:15 pm
Only Child Even though I’m an only child, no one can remember what time I was born. Dad was sure it was midnight, he heard the whistle of the train going north. Aunt Valada said it was early morning, just after she saw the milkman on Princess Street. Mum couldn’t recall the time. She said […]
A Poem for Our Time by the Great Spanish Poet Antonio Machado – Walker, There Is No Road, The Road is Made by Walking
April 2, 2020 – 6:56 pm
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
April 2, 2020 – 5:10 pm
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 […]