Poetry in the Time of Corona
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Category Archives: Poetry
“Love is a Language Few Practice, But All Speak”
Unreast in Baton Rouge By Traci K. Smith after the photo by Jonathan Bachman Our …
Finding Our Place in the Family of Things
I often turn to the poetry of Mary Oliver when seeking solace, when trying to negotiate a path through the …
Letters From Beyond the Grave on Memorial Day
While neither of these poems have anything in particular to do with remembering those who have given their lives to …
Astonished, Opened at Last
Fallen in Love by David Whyte That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing light over the water and …
Poem & Paintings, A Song
The sun does not shine on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us, thrilling, tingling, …
Mary Oliver, Washed in Light
One of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver, died last week. I do not have the words to tell you how …
Pied Beauty, Poem & Paintings
Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins Glory be to God for dappled things – For skies of couple-colour as a …
New Paintings, the Folding Hills of California
I’ve long loved the way the rolling hills along the coast of California fold together and overlap, the sensuality of …
“Something in This Sleeping Earth” – Two by Whyte, One by Fiske
All My Body Calls All my body calls for something in this sleeping earth we call the spirit. But how …
