Category Archives: Poetry

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Oklahoma Center for the Humanities

I have been traveling, which is why no poem this Monday. The highlight of my trip has been two days at the University of Tulsa, meeting with students and faculty, and participating in a presentation called Poetry, Tyranny and Memory with … Continue reading

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A prose poem

Here is one by Joseph Stroud–one long exhalation of description that opens at the end. To me, the title adds a little twist to the poem–life itself is so strange and gorgeous, we don’t need to look further than the … Continue reading

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Monday poem

A bit late, a bit short, but… Bread and Stars Bread is in my lap, Stars are far, far away. I am eating bread looking at the stars. I am so engrossed, don’t even ask— Sometimes I get mixed up … Continue reading

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The poor hummingbird

I unintentionally lured a hummingbird into the jaws of my cat a few days ago, trying to get it down from the skylight. I have now thought of several ways I could easily have avoided this savage death. Not that … Continue reading

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The Mondays come faster and faster

And so it’s time again for a Monday poem, when I just posted last Monday’s! Today, a poem on Arthritis, which I never thought about when young. But well described by Carol Moldaw, along with other strands of thought. Carol … Continue reading

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Faults

Everyone has them of course, even saints might be faulted for their saintliness–surely that would be hard to live with. But this week, after I set my hearing aids for safety in my hat while I swam and then lost … Continue reading

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Short poem by Larry Levis

I saw a documentary on Larry Levis, A Late Style of Fire,  two years ago that made me like him less. Nonetheless, this is a pretty killer little poem. Wound I’ve loved you like a man loves an old wound … Continue reading

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Charles Wright

Larry has been doing a series of poetry broadsides–letterpress copies of poems, suitable for framing.  He has selected poets of roughly his age group, and this one is on his upcoming list. The Silent Generation Afternoons in the backyard, our … Continue reading

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Reading through old work

It’s a chore to try to decide what’s worth keeping, but once in awhile I go through my old work and throw a bunch away, put a smaller number of poems and notes in a folder called, Worth Another Look, … Continue reading

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Into the Mystery

Here is the final poem from Tony Hoagland’s new book, Priest Turned Therapist Treats Fear of God. Into the Mystery Of course there is a time of afternoon, out there in the yard, a time that has never been described. … Continue reading

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