poems
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National Poetry Month has come to an end. I hope you have enjoyed the poets I have shared here. Some were favorites of mine, others were new voices that I wish to learn more about. The festival of Beltane begins at sundown tonight, and so we will say goodbye to April with a song to…
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Spring is coming soon! The setting is right for it: a plum tree, the moon.
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Somewherea black bearhas just risen from sleepand is staring down the mountain.All nightin the brisk and shallow restlessnessof early spring I think of her,her four black fistsflicking the gravel,her tongue like a red firetouching the grass,the cold water.There is only one question: how to love this world.I think of herrisinglike a black and leafy ledge…
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I missed another day; working on the house renovations took over the whole day. (Until we got back to the apartment, where I stayed awake long enough to shower and eat!) Anyway, here are two poem for your Monday. We are almost at the end of National Poetry Month. I hope you have enjoyed the…
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Ox that I saw in my childhood, as you steamedin the burning gold on the Nicaraguan sun,there on the rich plantation filled with tropicalharmonies; woodland dove, of the woods that sangwith the sound of the wind, of axes, of birds and wild bulls:I salute you both, because you are both my life. You, heavy ox,…
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Thank you NetGalley and University of Iowa Press for the ARC of “Full-Time Mammal” by Rennie Ament. This is a great collection of free verse poetry. Rennie Ament writes in a direct, take-charge voice that keeps readers engaged and wanting to know what she will say next. I really like the poem “Now” at the…
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‘We are sending you, dear flowers, Forth alone to die, Where your gentle sisters may not weep O’er the cold graves where you lie; But you go to bring them fadeless life In the bright homes where they dwell, And you softly smile that ‘t is so, As we sadly sing farewell. O plead with…
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Here is another collections of books I have recently read, courtesy of NetGalley. *** Dark is When the Devil Comes by Daisy Pearce This book is creepy as hell. Not quite nightmare-inducing, but not far from it. When Hazel returns to her hometown following a failed marriage, she is struggling to adapt to the next…
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The cries of the wild geese are spring,are returningwarmth and growth and light,are the promise of apples ripening on the branchand crickets singing in the summer night,are hope in flight. Every year I hear them I am olderand yet reborn –each year is another step closer to the last, and yetalso, somehow, a new dawn,a…
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I first read Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers in college and I was absolutely enthralled. This was poetry I had never seen before, formless and unstructured. It struck me in a way I couldn’t explain, and changed how I wrote poetry. A month from now. A week from now. Tomorrow. When he goes.…
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