Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World
Oh, let there be nothing on earth but laundry,
Nothing but rosy hands in the rising steam
And clear dances done in the sight of heaven.
June 27, 2021 · 2 Comments
Stephen Dobyns: The Miracle of Birth
As they joylessly wait for reassignment,
they dangle their feet into the blue abyss at the brink
of heaven like boys on a wall bumping their sneakers
on the bricks below.
April 25, 2021 · 3 Comments
Dawn Potter: Soul
Today, a bird invisible among the trees
cries Jericho Jericho Jericho O no O no
all the afternoon long.
October 4, 2020 · 3 Comments
Jose Padua: Beauty Like These Decades While Walking So Slowly in the Sunlight
Two decades ago Iām walking down 18th Street when two beautiful young women walk my way and as we pass by each other one of them looks at me then … Continue reading
January 22, 2015 · Leave a comment