poetry Kay Ryan, "We’re Building the Ship as We Sail It" ...you shouldn’t reason the same way in emergencies as you do when things are normal.
poetry Marcin Świetlicki, "Photograph" It is not a loss to recognize how you remember and how you love.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "Spring is the Period" (844) You will have your days on Earth and they will be numbered.
poetry Marcin Świetlicki, "April 1, Wągrowiec, Poland" Świetlicki grabs you, spins you around, and throws you into a dark, remote place.
poetry Kobayashi Issa, "On a branch…" An insect makes their own boat and then launches into their opera, like a Venetian gondolier.
poetry Natalie Diaz, "From the Desire Field" "From the Desire Field" is most certainly living in the fullest sense, a sense I want.
poetry Carol Snow, "Tour" The recognition that everything is sacred means recognizing the beauty and necessity of the fallen blossoms.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "When I have seen the Sun emerge" (888) Dickinson's "When I have seen the Sun emerge" is an easy poem to indulge.
poetry Carolina Ebeid, "letter to the Corinthians" She lets "magnificent" sit on a line all by itself, as if the word alone deserves as much space as it can get.
poetry Kevin Young, "Resume" The poem is not shy about life emerging from dirt. Worse than dirt, truth be told.
poetry Lorine Niedecker, "Transition" There are supple lines in poetry, lines with a breezy flexibility and realized grace.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "A Thought went up my mind today" (701) Dickinson says she had a thought – "A Thought went up my mind today" – and then narrates its unique horror.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "Pain — has an Element of Blank" (650) Dickinson claims "Pain – has an Element of Blank." I can't help but think how uncomfortable we are with that notion.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "I worked for chaff and earning Wheat" (J 1269) The question for us is our devotion to the worthless.
poetry Graham Foust, "The Only Poem" I'm staring at Foust's last lines of "The Only Poem:" Even in danger, / you're a writer, liar.
poetry Emily Dickinson, "There is no Frigate like a Book" ...how to respond to someone determined to tell you everything you're reading is worthless?
poetry Jane Hirshfield, "A Chair in Snow" I thought I should share Jane Hirshfield's "A Chair in Snow" because it so beautifully illustrates the weight of the season.
emily dickinson Emily Dickinson, "The power to be true to You" (464) Dickinson does not inch toward the cosmic.