Poem: I Have Stumbled Into A Meadow

I Have Stumbled Into A Meadow By John Isbell I have stumbled into a meadow. There is a profusion of flowers on every side: Lilacs, crocuses, tulips, daffodils, irises. Sublime chaos. The painter threw his palette in the air. Heady…

Poem: Some Clouds

Some Clouds –Steve Kowit from The Dumbbell Nebula Now that I’ve unplugged the phone no one can reach me– At least for this one afternoon they will have to get by without my advice or opinion. Now nobody else is…

Poem: This Kind of Thing Doesn’t Happen Often and When It Does You Should Pay Attention

This Kind of Thing Doesn’t Happen Often and When It Does You Should Pay Attention –John Stone From Music from Apartment 8       i thank heaven somebody’s crazy       enough to send me a daisy       –e.e. cummings On Piedmont Road, going north,…

Poem: Invocation

Invocation by Maurya Simon O God–who art dust mote and fern spore, salt crystal and dog-star, who art refinery smoke, cumulus, leaf-rot, dishwater and spindrift– how can I know thy invisible movements through this world, when thou inhabit even the…

Poem: Song

Song by John Ciardi The bells of Sunday rang us down And flowers were blowing across the town Through faucets of the sun turned on. For Mary’s giggle and Martha’s glance The bankrolls flashed from pants to pants, The Captain…

Poem: God is in the Cracks

God is in the Cracks –Robert Sward “Just a tiny crack separates this world from the next, and you step over it        every day, God is in the cracks.” Foot propped up, nurse hovering, phone ringing. “Relax and breathe from…

Poem: Permanently

Permanently —Kenneth Koch One day the Nouns were clustered in the street. An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty. The Nouns were struck, moved, changed. The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence. Each Sentence says…

This Is Now

This is now By John Isbell Writing slowly means savouring each word. There is no need to correct, but it is sweet to pause, and remember what has come and what is coming. Even for a long time. In that…

Did You Think the Randomness Was Done?

“That is only the start of the Bush campaign. He has plenty of money and unlimited personal cheapness.” Jimmy Breslin talking about President Bush in He Molests the Dead I think I want to see this movie. I Remember Me…

Poem: To David, About His Education

This poem caused me to think of livefalcon and whompwillowacad. To David, About His Education –by Howard Nemerov The world is full of mostly invisible things, And there is no way but putting the mind’s eye, Or its nose, in…

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