Michael Simms: The Ruins
the air full
of transparent wings,
the fox crossing
the innocent road
full of weeds
January 28, 2023 · 25 Comments
Rachel Hadas: Ides of March MMXX
But who
could hear me through my mask?
Don’t ask.
Love
wears a glove.
April 11, 2022 · 2 Comments
Rachel Hadas: ‘Laugh right in its face’ – a poet reflects on her craft’s defiant role in the middle of a war
Poets write poetry to help them come to terms with the terror of their times. The process of writing those poems, and the process of reading them, both offer respite.
April 3, 2022 · 3 Comments
Rachel Hadas: February 29, 2020
That extra day, that ordinary day,
I got where I was going on the train
and taught the lyric leap, as per the plan;
then, tired, happy, bathed in poetry,
caught a train and travelled back again
March 20, 2022 · 2 Comments
Patricia Jabbeh Wesley: News
our people who do the hard work
of America,
dying as caregivers
February 16, 2022 · 1 Comment