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Sandra Shapshay: At once tiny and huge — what is this feeling we call ‘sublime’?

Have you ever felt awe and exhilaration while contemplating a vista of jagged, snow-capped mountains? Or been fascinated but also a bit unsettled while beholding a thunderous waterfall such as … Continue reading

January 6, 2019 · Leave a comment

Bart Plantenga: Jose Padua’s Poems — Where The Length Of The Titles Are, If Not Everything, At Least Something To Amuse Or Amaze

There’s no disputing it: Jose Padua writes some of the most meaningful poems being written today about today. They are DIY soulful and this is especially important in a world … Continue reading

December 8, 2018 · 1 Comment

Clarissa Pinkola Estés: The Four Rabbinim

One night four rabbinim were visited by an angel who awakened them and carried them to the Seventh Vault of the Seventh Heaven. There they beheld the sacred Wheel of … Continue reading

November 29, 2018 · 2 Comments

Juniper White: Erato

Meet me in the white space between the words, where the language of tongues has no boundary, and end sheets frame the rooting around. We’ll dance the iambic dance, frolic … Continue reading

November 21, 2018 · Leave a comment

Michael T. Young: Scrawl

He likes to repeat to himself a phrase from a Keats letter: I will clamber through the clouds and exist. It steadies him like leaning against trees, or brewing coffee … Continue reading

November 20, 2018 · Leave a comment

Al Maginnes: Source

Out of sore feet, out of roadsides sooted with dusk, out of gravel, jeweled crumbs of shattered glass, out   of the wide gesture of the hand toward heaven, out … Continue reading

October 18, 2018 · 2 Comments

Djelloul Marbrook: The Prosody of an Ineradicable Sob

My poems, whatever their other springs may be, flow from the meter of my inner voice in creative conflict with an ineradicable sob. When my breathing is interrupted by a … Continue reading

April 15, 2018 · Leave a comment

Robert Gibb: After the Reading

White cups floating above the waters in their cut-glass vase, The tulips have finally opened, while beside her— Pittsburgh, winter—windows shimmer with freezing rain.   It’s the morning after the … Continue reading

January 8, 2018 · 3 Comments

Philip Terman: All Her Life

Philip Terman?—you don’t know me. I’m Patricia Lamb, Palliative care nurse. Do you know what that means?    I work with patients who are dying.  And I received an odd … Continue reading

November 29, 2017 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Because Poetry

Has become of such little use to you Has no meaning outside its tribe Has been supplanted by music lyrics for most of the population who might otherwise be reading … Continue reading

September 8, 2017 · 3 Comments

Sam Hamill: Poetry, Politics, and Zen

If only we could touch the things of this world at their center, if we could only hear tiny leaves of birch struggling toward April, then we would know. — … Continue reading

September 3, 2017 · 10 Comments

Mike James: What I Know About Poetry

  some things keep happening   a rock rolls down a hill, bounces, bounces, rolls along makes a sound every time it bumps the dirt cracks itself and the silence … Continue reading

July 15, 2016 · 1 Comment

Emily Dickinson: ‘Tell all the truth but tell it slant’

Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With … Continue reading

June 20, 2016 · 1 Comment

Doug Anderson: Waltz Me Deeper

I seem to be arriving at a goal I had not aspired to. The distance between my writing and my being in the world is lessening. My speaking voice is … Continue reading

August 11, 2015 · 2 Comments

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