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.
Ten Poems about Travel
No matter where your journey takes you in 2019, what better way to kick it off than with 10 travel-themed poems, lovingly collected by the editors at JSTOR Daily?
If You Want to Get Along, Trapped in the Matrix, and One Too Many Incidents
“Daylight hurts like the memory / of more flexible structures, but night / inserts its stainless prongs and feels / for the organs most at risk.” An excerpt from one of three poems by William Doreski, published in the winter 2018 issue of The Coachella Review.
Don’t Be Like Me: Take the Help, Dummy
“Soon enough—a few weeks, a few months—and the poem seems to me like a cardboard cutout of a puppy: inauthentic, inflexible, lacking in depth or life. I don’t know why this is, but I hate it.” At The Gloria Sirens, Katie Riegel encourages other poets to be humble and willing to accept help.