Early in my blog days I used to post quite a bit of poetry, not so much anymore. That’s unfortunate. I came across this poem this morning in a reference by Tessa Hadley. While I don’t hold to Hopkins’ theist sentiment, the poem still moves me as a writer. Enjoy. Thou art indeed just, Lord, […]
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If I had to clear my library of all other writers, Marge Piercy would remain. No writer has more deeply affected my education and my attitudes toward so many issues of social and political justice. Yesterday I noticed an uptick in hits on a particular post I wrote back in December 2012. Today, only 84 […]
I ordered my copy from Mac’s Backs this morning.
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet […]
BILL MOYERS: Welcome. In this broadcast you will meet an effervescent man who still believes we can make democracy work. Later we’ll talk about those people in Washington who refuse to let it work, but first Wendell Berry. A master of the written word, he rarely appears on television. For one thing, when he’s not […]
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done But he with a chuckle replied That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried. So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin On his face. If he worried he hid it. He started to sing as he […]
Dear Marguerite, You’re itching to be on your own. You don’t want anybody telling you what time you have to be in at night or how to raise your baby. You’re going to leave your mother’s big comfortable house and she won’t stop you, because she knows you too well. But listen to what she […]
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like […]
From Sherry Chandler, The Bluegrass Poet, of course…
Dramatist, novelist and poet…
Invictus By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is […]
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In […]
How Falling in Love is like Owning a Dog by Taylor Mali First of all, it’s a big responsibility, especially in a city like New York. So think long and hard before deciding on love. On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security: when you’re walking down the street late at night […]
Sherry Chandler writes: [Poetry puts] folks in a place where they feel a little vertiginous, a little out of control. In such a state, sometimes surprising things emerge.
From page 1 of The Anything Journal: Hi there stranger! I am an anonymous donor of this notebook to the Phoenix Coffee/Coffee Phix coffee shop! What’s on your mind? Write it in this journal. This is meant to be an anonymous way to get your feelings out, write poetry, doodle, draw, write short stories. You […]
My blog-sis Shamash sends us this wonderful poem from Taylor Mali.