“Alabaster” appears in poet Stephanie L. Harper’s chapbook “This Being Done”: “I am a pink rose petal’s pale glow / black ash tamped in furrows / between the breaths of the living…”
Throwback Thursday: Five Favorite Posts from 2018
What moved you in 2018? Share your favorite posts in the comments.
At the online home of Irish poet Maurice Scully, you’ll find links to published works in PDF format and recordings of his poetry readings.
For the Love of Haiku
Check out these five poets who favor the form.
Early Bird Special
unlike the midnight special / there are no songs / to celebrate the early bird special / no IHOPian bard, / no poet laureate of the blue plate / no bargain basement Dylan / no cut price Cohen / to extol the digestive / and economic benefits / of getting an early start.
Wind: A Poem by Robert Okaji
Revel in the beauty of the wind as revealed by poet Robert Okaji: “That it shudders through / and presages an untimely end, / that it transforms the night’s / body and leaves us / breathless and wanting, / petals strewn about”
Banango Street is a thrice-yearly literary journal that publishes poetry, fiction, and creative nonfiction.
We loved how Marianne Boruch’s poem inspired Jean Mackay’s beautifully detailed drawing of a bird’s nest: “Woven basket of a saint sent back to life as a bird…”
Recording of “The Draft”
Listen to Robert Okaji read his haunting poem, “The Draft”: “Yesterday I walked to the sea / and looking into its deep crush / sensed something unseen washing / out, between tides and a shell-cut foot”
Beautiful poetry by Robert Okaji: Once I saw / a whale at dusk. Or rather I saw its / tail part the water and disappear / into darkness, an answer too complex / and sweet for tongues to comprehend.
Poems and personal musings by Yi-ching Lin on life, love, relationships, writing, and more.
“(Mostly) daily poetical musings,
some working better than others,
a poem nursery (if you will)
and, heavy on the birds –”
Optional Poetry is a blog of poetry by C.
Poetry by Aricka Foreman
“13. A woman digs up her name from her throat. The water
from it washes out the mouths of what came before.”
From a selection of poetry by Aricka Foreman at The James Franco Review.