Elsa Gidlow: Chance
Strange that a single white iris
Given carelessly one slumbering spring midnight
Should be the first of love,
Yet life is written so.
May 26, 2023 · 6 Comments
Elsa Gidlow: Constancy
My sister, I keep faith with love, not lovers.
September 30, 2022 · Leave a comment
Elsa Gidlow: A Happy Song
Heaped sweets and a treasure
For a new sin to play with,
To pass a night and day with––
Heaped sweets for a pleasure.
August 12, 2022 · 1 Comment
Joe Kadi | Good Poetry: A Force To Be Reckoned With
As soon as I became an activist, as soon as I connected with Arabs and feminists and queers and folks with disabilities and poor people fighting to re-make the world, poetry demanded my attention.
July 19, 2021 · 2 Comments
Elsa Gidlow: I Come With My Songs
An excerpt from Elsa Gidlow’s autobiography: . . . that house on Redwood Road in Fairfax, Marin County, became mine by the Winter Solstice of 1940. I called it “Madrona”. … Continue reading
February 11, 2015 · Leave a comment
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