Franz Wright: Like Touching a Bird’s Exposed Heart
Reading this poem on Vale of Soul-Making struck me to the core, it is so exquisite. That mingling of the …
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Neruda: Drunk With the Great Starry Void
One of my favorite poets, again, swept me off my feet, expressing the inexpressible with perfect eloquence. Poetry And it …
Will Salmon Swim Upstream Through City Streets?
Once Upon a Time, A Poem In an eon, will Trumpism portend another Troy, a Trojan horse whose armies eviscerated …
Strange Dreams, A Poem
Strange Dreams You stood there heating your backside by the fireplace, I sat in bed telling you how real my …
Poetry in the Time of Corona
Leaf shadows thrown by the morning sun against a creamy wall. Soft, sensuous folds of a warm blanket tossed across …
“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 …
“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 …
“Water Falling Through Sunlight” – Poem & Paintings for Troubled Times
September, 1918 This afternoon was the color of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; …
Nothing But Miracles
Miracles Walt Whitman, 1819 – 1892 Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of …
