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Tag Archives: Poetry
Dial-A-Poem is back just when we need it
Dial-A-Poem is back! SPIN Magazine explains that Dial-A-Poem was created in 1969 by New York City “multimedia performance poet” John Giorno as way to give people access to the poems of a “free zone of radical poets and socio-political activists,” … Continue reading
Refugee Blues
Refugee Blues Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for us.Once we had a country and we thought … Continue reading
Happiness is the uncle you never knew about
Happiness By Jane Kenyon There’s just no accounting for happiness, or the way it turns up like a prodigal who comes back to the dust at your feet having squandered a fortune far away. And how can you not forgive? You … Continue reading
The poem I didn’t write
The Poem I Didn’t Write, by Raymond Carver Here is the poem I was going to write earlier, but didn’t because I heard you stirring. I was thinking again about that first morning in Zurich. How we woke up before … Continue reading
Or so the story goes
A Poem: Stories When the light goes out, and the book is set down by the bedside, it all comes flooding in: the story you are reading; the story of the day; the understanding that it is a story, the … Continue reading
Who is stronger than death
Examination at the Womb-Door by Ted Hughes Who owns those scrawny little feet? Death. Who owns this bristly scorched-looking face? Death. Who owns these still-working lungs? Death. Who owns this utility coat of muscles? Death. Who … Continue reading
There was one dawn
Aubade by Louise Glück There was one summer that returned many times over there was one flower unfurling taking many forms Crimson of the monarda, pale gold of the late roses There was one love There was one love, there … Continue reading
“ A Thousand Kisses Deep”
“We don’t write the play, we don’t produce it, we don’t direct it , and we are not even actors in it. Everybody eventually comes to the conclusion that things are not unfolding exactly the way they wanted, and that … Continue reading
Travel Between The Pages 