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A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Danusha Laméris: The Cat

After my brother died, his wife was sure he was living
inside their cat, Rocky. He’s in there, she’d say, staring into
those blank, yellow eyes. Isma’il? Isma’il? Can you hear me?

March 18, 2020 · 1 Comment

Jamie Lombardi: Marcus Aurelius helped me survive grief and rebuild my life

No matter how terrible what happened was, it is still our choice whether to understand our story as one of crippling defeat or a miraculous victory against the odds – even if all we do is get back up and learn to stand again.

March 8, 2020 · 1 Comment

Chris Moran: After Reading Akhmatova

What can I name my grief, again, today?
A nickel frozen in the sidewalk?
A tumbling paper bag?

March 3, 2020 · 1 Comment

Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Stillbirth

I sometimes go months without remembering you.
Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

February 17, 2020 · 3 Comments

Judith Sanders: The Farewell

“Picture a staircase,”
the hypnotist said.
“At the top, a door
will open
onto a landscape.”

January 31, 2020 · Leave a comment

Deborah Bogen: Season of Light — and of Darkness

If you happen to meet someone for whom the season of light is a reminder of a dark time, of a sorrow or a loneliness, take a moment and sit with them, let them be that dark. Believe in their sorrow as you believe also in joy. Believe in them.

December 22, 2019 · 1 Comment

Michael Simms: Antbed

You may remember my father
died when I was eight
my mother closed up
the house and we went to stay
with my grandmother for a few months

November 17, 2019 · 6 Comments

Allegra Harpootlian: Why I Weep While I Work

A majority of my day is spent bearing witness to the pain, fear, and terror that America’s actions have been causing across the Greater Middle East and North Africa.

November 1, 2019 · 2 Comments

Edna St Vincent Millay: Ashes of Life

Love has gone and left me, — and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse

May 10, 2019 · 1 Comment

Abby Zimet: Mother On A Mission — What Else Could You Do To Hurt Me?

Campaigning. Photo by Jessica McGowan/AP . Among the stories still trickling in of improbable mid-term victories – including news that recounts are now underway in the Florida races of both … Continue reading

November 10, 2018 · Leave a comment

Edna St. Vincent Millay: Time does not bring relief

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want … Continue reading

September 28, 2018 · 2 Comments

Tristan Ahtone: How an Ancient Singing Tradition Helps People Cope With Trauma in the Modern World

Riitta Excell wore a pair of homemade wool socks: white with red floral patterns and rounded blue toes. Around her were women sipping tea and enjoying plum pastries and chicken … Continue reading

May 27, 2018 · Leave a comment

Fred Maus: The Sky Last Night

. The sky troubled me, raucous red and orange, wounded with gray. Between the sky and me, a hill. On the left, pine trees along the crest, sullen, heavy. To … Continue reading

May 26, 2015 · Leave a comment

Video: “Father Death Blues” sung by Allen Ginsberg

Irwin Allen Ginsberg (June 3, 1926 – April 5, 1997) was an American poet and one of the leading figures of both the Beat Generation of the 1950s and the … Continue reading

March 3, 2015 · Leave a comment

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