When Our Women Go Crazy –Julia Kasdorf from Sleeping Preacher When our women go crazy, they’re scared there won’t be enough meat in the house. They keep asking but how will we eat? Who will cook? Will there be enough?…
Start the Week With Beauty
Number 8 –Lawrence Ferlinghetti from Pictures of the Gone World It was a face which darkness could kill in an instant a face as easily hurt by laughter or light ‘We think differently at night.’ she told me once…
Poetry Fix
The Purpose of Time is to Prevent Everything from Happening at Once by X.J. Kennedy, from The Lords of Misrule. Suppose your life a folded telescope Durationless, collapsed in just a flash As from your mother’s womb you, bawling, drop…
Catching Up On the Poetry
what she was wearing by Denver Butson, from illegible address. this is my suicide dress she told him I only wear it on days when I’m afraid I might kill myself if I don’t wear it you’ve been wearing it…
Poetry Fix: What We Miss
What We Miss by Sarah Manguso Who says it’s so easy to save a life? In the middle of an interview for the job you might get you see the cat from the window of the seven- teenth floor just…
Sunday Poetry
Poems by Frank O’Hara, from The Selected Poems of Frank O’Hara. Poem Light clarity avocado salad in the morning after all the terrible things I do how amazing it is to find forgiveness and love, not even forgiveness since what…
Wednesday’s Poetry: Love Song
Love Song by Hafiz translated by Daniel Ladinsky I taste what you taste. I know the kind of lyrics your Soul most likes. I know which sounds will become Resplendent in your mind and bring such pleasure Your feet will…
Poem: Happiness
Happiness –Michael Van Walleghen Weep for what little things could make them glad. –Robert Frost, Directive Melvin, the large collie who lives in the red house at the end of my daily run is happy, happy to see me even…
Poetry: Philosophy in Warm Weather
Philosophy in Warm Weather –Jane Kenyon Now all the doors and windows are open, and we move so easily through the rooms. Cats roll on the sunny rugs, and a clumsy wasp climbs the pane, pausing to rub a leg…
Marvelous Poetry
I do believe that John Isbell has become my favorite contemporary poet. I’m not posting his latest here—I think you should go read them and his others. They’re wonderful.