In honor of National Poetry Month, the Academy of American Poets has been sending out a poem a day via email to subscribers. I’m enjoying them, but one of them just… Have you ever found the form of a poem…
Poetry: Edna St. Vincent Millay
I wanted to do something different for today’s Thing-a-Day, and I signed up to be part of Live Readings a while back but hadn’t recorded anything yet, so I’m posting this is both (all three?) places. What Lips My Lips…
Poetry: Michael Blumenthal
For my Sam A Marriage You are holding up a ceiling with both arms. It is very heavy, but you must hold it up, or else it will fall down on you. Your arms are tired, terribly tired, and, as…
R.I.P. Madeleine L’Engle
I started this post on September 7, the day after the grand lady moved on to find out what’s next. I find myself certain that she wasn’t afraid, that she looked forward to a reunion with her husband Hugh and…
Poetry: The Armful
The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too hard to comprehend at once. Yet nothing I should care to…
Poetry: Robert Frost
Originally published at Enemy of Entropy. Please leave any comments there. The Armful For every parcel I stoop down to seize I lose some other off my arms and knees, And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns, Extremes too…
Poetry: Kryptonite
Kryptonite –Ron Koertge Lois liked to see the bullets bounce off Superman’s chest, and of course she was proud when he leaned into a locomotive and saved the crippled orphan who had fallen on the tracks. Yet on those long…
Poetry: We Bring Democracy To The Fish
We Bring Democracy To The Fish –Donald Hall From White Apples and the Taste of Stone It is unacceptable that fish prey on each other. For their comfort and safety, we will liberate them into fishfarms with secure, durable boundaries…
Poetry: Kolmården Zoo
Kolmården Zoo by Bill Coyle Over our heads, trailing a wake of air and an enormous shadow as it passed, the falcon glided to its trainer’s fist and settled like a loaded weapon there. Then, while she fed the bird…
Poetry: Change
That last was so dark that I had to post something a bit lighter. Change –Louis Jenkins From The Winter Road All those things that have gone from your life, moon boots, TV trays, and the Soviet Union, that seem…