‘Awful but cheerful’ is the final phrase and line of ‘The Bight‘, by Elizabeth Bishop. I’ve always felt that the … More
Tag: Reading
A list of found poems
Here is a list of various found poems that I have made over the years. Happy holiday reading and looking … More
The sweetness of 2020
I don’t want to pretend for a second that it was great. It was full of rawness and grief and … More
Open letter to Arthur Frank (on reading At the Will of the Body)
Dear Arthur Frank I’m writing to say thank you for your extraordinary book At the Will of the Body. It is … More
The fear of poetry -by Muriel Rukeyser
The Fear of Poetry In this moment when we facehorizons and conflicts widerthan ever before, we want our resources,the ways … More
Lifesaving Poems: Margaret Avison’s ‘Twilight’
Twilight Three minutes ago it was almost dark.Now all the darkness is in theleaves (there are no morelow garage roofs, … More
Living in the layers
The Layers I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I … More
A quiet moment
I can’t be alone in experiencing the coronavirus crisis and resulting lockdown as something of an infringement on my … More
Schoolchildren
The Schoolchildren Like leaves startled by a gust of wind they peel away from the tight-knit group, one child, two, … More
We have to have great meals
Simply Lit Often toward evening, after another day, after another year of days, in the half dark on the … More
A bright soul keeps on beating
Dying Nothing to be said about it, and everything – The change of changes, closer or further away: The … More
The wonder is
The washing never gets done. The furnace never gets heated. Books never get read. Life is never completed. Life … More
As Planned
As Planned After the first glass of vodka you can accept just about anything of life even your own mysteriousness … More
Empathy and New Year
Empathy and New Year A notion like that of empathy inspires great distrust in us, because it connotes a further … More
A Blessing in Disguise
A Blessing in Disguise Yes, they are alive and can have those colors, But I, in my soul, am alive … More
Advent poems 24: Mary, by Anthony Wilson
Mary At first a fluttering then a kick, his fist pummelling my rib cage when I knelt to pray. They … More
Advent poems 23: BC – AD, by U A Fanthorpe
BC – AD This was the moment when BeforeTurned into After, and the future’sUninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the … More
Advent poems 22: December, by James Schuyler
December Il va neiger dans quelques jours Francis Jammes The giant Norway spruce from Podunk, its lower branches bound, this … More