Lasse Söderberg: The sky over Fresnes
All winter I have walked
on empty streets and thought that the sky
looked like a damp rag that someone
desperately presses to a mouth
Jennifer Brookland: Holding On When Leaving Feels Like Letting Go
I spent four years in the military and remember it in fuzzy flashes. The little I do recall leaves me with a vague sense of awkward incompetence, confusion, and shame.
Umit Singh Dhuga: Three poems
We were huddled by the Campbell House bar
on the penultimate Monday of July
downing pint after pint of tepid water.
My first reading sober, your last one alive.
Alfred W. McCoy: Cold Wars, Hot Planet, and New Geopolitical Firestorms
With so many mesmerized by the conflict in Ukraine and the possibility of another over Taiwan, world leaders largely ignore the rising threat of climate change.
Patricia Clark: Riverside Ghazal
By the rivers of America, we wept these willows.
Pablo Neruda: Oda a las nubes (Ode to clouds)
you are the celestial girls,
silk in the sun, white blooms,
the sky’s youth
Molly Fisk: Full Flower Moon Lunar Eclipse
It was me, stepping out the front door
every six or eight minutes to look up
into a cloudy sky that darkened
and opened.
Audio: Mary Oliver reads “Wild Geese”
Mary Oliver reads “Wild Geese” for Seattle Arts & Lectures’ 2007/08 Season at Benaroya Hall on February 4, 2008.