…art that honors the art and artist as well as its content, and apprehends it as more than its socio-political reality. Art is hard to do and not everybody can do it. It is not merely a pretext for theory.
Come home, prodigal,
and sit with me. We’ll watch
the film together and laugh.
And the black lines the trees made at sundown yesterday
in one direction now point the other, saying
see what you missed in your life that was there all the time.
Old warriors rarely
say anything about
people they killed or
horrors they saw
I know the spring is there.
I walk over it and feel its pull.
You are invited to attend a reading by some of the most talented poets in the country. The time is 8pmET Tuesday, March 2.
What a relief to sit by the waterfall
and let my mind go like this, each thought
a bubble rising from the bottom of a pond
I remember sitting on the sofa in my grandparent’s house–my day care center–watching television with my grandfather.
When the captain got old
and sick, he had the same
nightmare every night