Tag Archives: Richard Osler

A Very Poetry Poem for National Poetry Month – Richard Osler

Two Poets Divorce I want Cohen! No, I want him. You take Dickinson. No! I want Wilkinson. OK, OK, take them. I don’t care. Just leave me Gilbert, Ginsberg, Hass, […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #43 in a Series -This Morning, a Yellow Wheelbarrow

This Morning, a Yellow Wheelbarrow I hear the chords, the deep thrum, from a yellow wheelbarrow on its side after snow in a morning garden. The light singing there, yellow […]

Built to Bend – A Poem by Jala al-Din Rumi and One in Response by Me (Richard Osler)

  Today like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument. Let the beauty […]

Announcing a 10 Day Retreat in Umbria, Italy – June 23rd to July 3rd, 2017

Recovering Words  Writing Retreats with Richard Osler The focus of these retreats is to create the opportunity for participants to create substantial new poems through comprehensive writing adventures (assignments)  UPCOMING […]

The Bigness of Small Poems – #20 in a Series – Hyaena Season Launches!

Cherish This World The daughter, for a time, who wouldn’t talk or look at him, that daughter, tells of her days and nights on Mandarte Island, barely more than a […]

Amounts to Nothing Short of Cultural Genocide – Justice Murray Sinclair

Today I am going to break an unwritten protocol: not to use my blog to showcase my own poems. The reason: my emotional reaction to the release of the Canadian […]

Something Not Sayable – A Post for Heidi’s Mother

                        My Mother’s Foot The main door into the nursing home slides open, an exhalation of stale air. The […]

The Sound You Make When You Die – Poets on Poetry

Big thanks to Barry Dempster, poet and editor, who posted this cartoon on Facebook today. Another remarkable cartoon rendering of poetry by cartoonist Grant Snider! In 2013 his cartoon Day […]

Poetry of Remembrance – Rwanda, April 6th, 1994

Dedication You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed of another. I swear, there is in me no […]

MacEwen and Gilbert – Praise in a World Still Burning

Worlds collide, words collide – the smoke that stays in the mouth, the eyes, from the Lac-Megantic oil-tanker train wreck and explosion in Quebec; and here in Port Townsend, Washington, […]