Here is a list of various found poems that I have made over the years. Happy holiday reading and looking … More
Tag: Found Poems
We never keep to the present
We never keep to the present. We recall the past; we anticipate the future as if we found … More
A new Archive page
Today I have published a new Archive page on this blog. It contains links to all of the blog posts … More
A list of found poems
As the holiday season continues I repost this list of various found poems that I have made over the … More
August, by Tove Jansson
As the summer holidays take over I am re-posting the odd blog post from my archive. To celebrate the start … More
The Year of Living Deeply 20: Poems hatch – a found poem by Marge Piercy
Poems hatch Poems hatch from memory, fantasy, the need to communicate with the living, the dead, the unborn. Poems come … More
A list of found poems
Here is a list of the found poems I have been posting over the summer, including older posts from last … More
Who would we be?, by Susan Sontag
A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world. That means trying to understand, take in, connect … More
This divine breath, by Johann Herder
A breath of our mouth Becomes the portrait of the world, The type of our thoughts And our feelings … More
Other objects, by Primo Levi
Consider what value, What meaning Is enclosed even In the smallest Of our daily habits, In the hundred possessions Which … More
A need to answer, by Robert Pinsky
An artist needs not so much an audience as to feel a need to answer, a promise to respond. … More
How we spend our days, by Annie Dillard
How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and … More
August, by Tove Jansson
Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone noticing. One evening in August you have an errand … More
A sense of wonder, by Arthur Frank
The only real difference between people is not health or illness but the way each holds onto a sense of … More
On silence, by Jorie Graham
I think I am probably in love with silence, that other world. And that I write, in some way, to … More
Because failure is assured
Recently I have been reading the exquisite prose of Janna Malamud Smith, in her book-length meditation on creativity: An Absorbing Errand: … More