an art student at a certain stage –Gerald Locklin From The Modigliani/Montparnasse Poems she hisses at her elders, “he is not considered major nowadays.” i want to ask her why she cares what he’s considered, why she cares what her…
Poetry: Feasting
Feasting –Elizabeth W. Garber From Pierced by the Seasons I am so amazed to find myself kissing you with such abandon, filling myself with our kisses astounding hunger for edges of lips and tongue. Returning to feast again and again,…
Poetry: A Ritual to Read to Each Other
A Ritual to Read to Each Other –William Stafford If you don’t know the kind of person I am and I don’t know the kind of person you are a pattern that others made may prevail in the world and…
We’re NOT Safer Than We Were Three Years Ago
Blix says Iraq war stimulated terrorism STOCKHOLM (Reuters) – Former chief U.N. weapons inspector Hans Blix says the U.S.-led invasion of Iraq had failed tragically in its aim of making the world a safer place and succeeded only in stimulating…
Poetry: Proverbial Ballade
Proverbial Ballade –Wendy Cope Fine words won’t turn the icing pink; A wild rose has no employees; Who boils his socks will make them shrink; Who catches cold is sure to sneeze. Who has two legs must wash two knees;…
Poem: Four Adoption Terms Defined
This short poem by Rita Laws first seen in OURS: The Magazine of Adoptive Families (now Adoptive Families magazine) attempts to point out humorously the impact of negative language in adoption… Four Adoption Terms Defined Natural child: any child who…
Poetry: IV
From A Timbered Choir (Counterpoint). –Wendell Berry The summer ends, and it is time To face another way. Our theme Reversed, we harvest the last row To store against the cold, undo The garden that will be undone. We grieve…
Poem: The Rules of Evidence
The Rules of Evidence –Lee Robinson What you want to say most is inadmissible. Say it anyway. Say it again. What they tell you is irrelevant can’t be denied and will eventually be heard. Every question is a leading question.…
Quote of the Day: M. Scott Peck
Real love is a permanently self-enlarging experience. –M. Scott Peck
Poetry: Morning Glory Vine
Morning Glory Vine –Ann Iverson One year as late as October it crawled its tangled journey up the cyclone fence the trellis…