Tag Archives: American Poets

Everyone’s trying to figure out where to go next

THE CURRENT DILEMMA Kim Addonizio Everyone’s trying to figure out where to go next. California was good until some of it was swept into a furnace, the rest suspended next to a target over a carnival dunk tank. Nothing is … Continue reading →

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my act of being imperturbable

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Sunday is NOT Monday Eve

. Italy has launched a huge new hiking trail crossing six of its regions , their version of the Camino de Santiago that traces the Saint’s walk across Italy and finishes in Assisi. I am the world’s least religious person, but … Continue reading →

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Prophets say the world is gonna end tomorrow

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Lately, the weather aches

TRULY PATHETIC Neal Bowers Lately, the weather aches; the air is short of breath, and morning stumbles in, stiff-jointed. Day by day, the sun bores the sky, until the moon begins its tiresome disappearing act, making the oceans yawn. Even … Continue reading →

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Eventide

Mary Ruefle erasure of Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” Carl Jung once wrote: “Thoroughly unprepared we take the step into the afternoon of life; worse still, we take this step with the false assumption that our truths … Continue reading →

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your one wild and precious life

Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Mary Oliver’s life and career are explored in the new documentary Mary Oliver: Saved by the Beauty of the World, directed by Sasha Waters. Deadline reported that the film has opened at IFC Center in New York City and … Continue reading →

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First Book of Jazz

When I was in the 7th grade, my wonderful English teacher—shout out to Mrs. Fine—introduced me to the poetry of Langston Hughes. I was immediately hooked. Somehow I never knew until recently about his marvelous introduction to jazz that he … Continue reading →

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Hope is a thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers — That perches in the soul — And sings the tune without the words — And never stops — at all — And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard — And sore … Continue reading →

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someone giving someone comfort

In the Union Square subway station nearly fifteen years ago now, the L train came clanking by where someone had fat-Sharpied a black heart on the yellow pillar you leaned on during a bleak day (brittle and no notes from … Continue reading →

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