december magazine was created in 1958 by a group of poets, writers, and artists: “We are humanists…far more concerned with people than dogmatic critical or aesthetic attitudes.” Many of the new-to-us voices they publish go on to major literary success — think Rita Mae Brown, Raymond Carver, Joyce Carol Oates.
Around the World with WordPress: New Zealand
Our next trip around the world stops in New Zealand, where we showcase five sites from these beautiful islands.
Literary magazine Raising Mothers was created “by and for femme identifying and NBPOC writers who parent” and is different from other publications, as it focuses on raising mothers, particularly those of color.
Because of the Clinic I am Alive to Tell You This
“Here is not a choice we have made.
Here is where our lives are saved.
This is life.”
At Poetry Breakfast, Ann Kestner shares an autobiographical poem about a morning at an abortion clinic more than 15 years ago.
The Offing is a literary magazine that publishes writing in all genres and art in all forms. It actively seeks out work that experiments and provokes, and supports emerging writers and those who are marginalized in literary spaces.
Celebrating Diversity, Form, and Voice: National Poetry Month
Because we can never get enough poetry.
The Believer Magazine
The Believer is a bimonthly literature, arts, and culture magazine that publishes journalism, essays, interviews, comics, poetry, a symposium around a theme, and a column by Nick Hornby.
A year of haiku about my kids.
“It turns out the nightly parenting haiku is not only Minimum Viable Creativity, but also an opportunity to journal milestones every night without having to figure out what to say.” This post from 2017 at Unlikely Words compiles a year of haiku from a parent.
As we grow old
A beautiful poem on aging and and wisdom by Senator Murray Sinclair, former chair of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada: As we grow old / the ground we walk on / rises up / so that, / as each of those few moments / left to us / pass by…
An interview with Ohio Poet Laureate Dave Lucas
“Too many of us seem to have been taught that poems are supposed to be solved, some ‘deeper meaning’ discovered and extracted like a vein of ore from a mine. If we can’t find ‘it’ . . . we feel inadequate.” Rebecca Moon Ruark interviews Dave Lucas on her blog, Rust Belt Girl.
Acts of Faith
If I am lost in the blowing grasses, / If I wander from the path, / I am in your hands, time. / And in them there is a stillness, / Where light become animate, / And tactile, / Like little lost pieces of a former self.
“My body / is my home, / but I shuttered it / awhile back, / and I’ve hovered nearby / like a tangled kite, / a drunken bird.”
“I try to wash away the sleepiness / from my insomnia laden eyes / pick a fresh sheet of paper / spread clean water till it sheens / like fresh snow on a sunny day / clean and load the brushes with colours…”
winter storm: haiku
winter storm – / a train without a whistle / blows past the house
Remembering Mary Oliver
Three visual artists pay tribute to the late poet.