poem 7.5.2018

Remember That to have the eyes of an artist, That can be enough, The ear of a poet, That can be enough. The soul of a human just pointed in the direction of the divine, that can be more than enough. I tell you this to remind myself. Every gesture is an act of creation.…

poem 4.26.2018

Bridal March, Part II: Threshing & Sifting by Laura M Kaminski Not too surprising: doctor grounded me from driving, from really using that shoulder in much of any way. Told me not to roll over on it in my sleep, recommended sleeping upright, more or less, in some sort of chair. Five weeks. Stuck in…

poem 2.16.2018

A Poem for My Daughter by Teddy Macker It seems we have made pain some kind of mistake, like having it  is somehow wrong.  Don’t let them fool you— pain is a part of things.  But remember, dear Ellie,  the compost down in the field: if the rank and dank and dark  are handled well,…

winter solstice poems 12.21.2017

In the Mid-Midwinter by Liz Lochhead after John Donne’s ‘A Nocturnal on St Lucy’s Day’ At midday on the year’s midnight into my mind came I saw the new moon late yestreen wi the auld moon in her airms though, no, there is no moon of course – there’s nothing very much to speak of anything…

thanksgiving poems 11.23.2017

Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child Over the river, and through the wood, To grandfather’s house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river, and through the wood— Oh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes And bites the nose As…

thanksgiving poems 11.23.2016

Thanksgiving by Billy Collins The thing about the huge platter of sliced celery, broccoli florets, and baby tomatoes you had arranged to look like a turkey with its tail fanned out was that all our guests were so intimidated by the perfection of its design no one dared disturb the symmetry by removing so much…