Yearly Archives: 2021

W is for Wrigley – And His New Book of Essays Published by Tupelo Press: Nemerov’s Door

Machinery My father loved every kind of machinery, relished bearings, splines, windings, and cogs, loved the tolerances between moving parts and the parts that moved the parts, the many separate machines of machinery. Loved the punch, the awl, the ratchet, the pawl. In-feed and out-feed rollers of the thickness planer, its cutter head and cutters. […]

X is for Xie – Third in a Series Featuring a Reverse Alphabet of Poets Beginning at Z for Zwicky, Y for Yasmin

Melancholia The black dog approaches? I pry open the crooked jaw. Inside? A heady odor, elemental. And then? I spin through my life again. How so? Slow and fast, fast and slow. What follows? Time, the oil of it. What direction? Solitude throws me off the scent. And what lies ahead? Even the future recoils, […]

Y is for Yasmin – Ouch! Ouch! The Tough Truths – “Confront the Complexities” – in Seema Yasmin’s Must-Read Poetry Collection: “If God is a Virus”

Seema Yasmin M.D. (1982 -) British-born American doctor and journalist who in recent years now adds poet to her “other” accomplishments!!! (Starting with Z for Zwicky this blog post, Y for Yasmin is now the second in a series of blog posts to feature contemporary poets by going backwards through the alphabet according to the […]

Three on Trees by Merwin for Earth Day 2021 and a Quote by Terry Tempest Williams, A Cry Out For Us To Be Attached to Our World, Its Nouns!

PLACE On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree what for not for the fruit the tree that bears the fruit is not the one that was planted I want the tree that stands in the earth for the first time with the sun already going down and the […]

Z is for Zwicky – A Poem from her 2020 Poetry Collection! And Hello to National Poetry Month!

Lullaby Don’t let grief frighten you. Standing outside, in the mind, its silhouette is winged and cavernous. But what brought you here: is past. No need to lock the door. Don’t let grief frighten you. Bring it in to sit down by the fire. In the hearthlight, you will see its face is human, its […]

On Swimming – Remembering Adam Zagajewski and A “Swimming” Poem by Maxine Kumin!

On Swimming The rivers of this country are sweet as a troubador’s song, the heavy sun wanders westward on yellow circus wagons. Little village churches hold a fabric of silence so fine and old that even a breath could tear it. I love to swim in the sea, which keeps talking to itself in the […]

He gave Us Astonishment and a Flame, High, Bright! R.I.P. Adam Zagajewski ( June 21st,1945 – March 21st 2021

A Flame God, give us a long winter and quiet music, and patient mouths, and a little pride – before our age ends. Give us astonishment and a flame, high, bright. Adam Zagajewski,translated by Renata Gorczynski and Clare Cavanaugh from Without End – New and Selected Poems, 2002 Oh, Adam Zagajewski was given astonishment and […]

In a Dry as Dry Desert Time – A Poem by American Poet Jessica Jacobs Plus Two Others from Her 2019 Memoir-In-Poems

When You Ask Me Why We Took So Long I could tell you again how tired I was then, how disillusioned. The real answer, though? I have no idea. But I do know this: Even with evidence of recent rain, a desert says only dryness. Its low bushes brittle, its cracked earth red as rust. […]

The Stirring “Occasional” Poem of the 2021 U.S. Inauguration Poet, Amanda Gorman

from The Hill We Climb And so we lift our gazes, not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know, to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one […]

[Not So] Silly Old Man, Wet and Laughing in the Rain – Bill Cunningham (May 16th, 1942 – January 12th, 2020) R.I.P. And You Did Not End Up Having Simply Visited This World!

When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door […]