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July 2019 ~ First Light

This poetic medicine will do you good.  It contains absolutely no harmful side effects. Take any time of day or night.  Use if you want to remember what matters. First Light In the first light I remember who rewards me for living, not bosses but singing birds and blue sky. I know I can bathe [...]

By |July 1st, 2019|Poem of the Month|

October 2017 ~ Psalm 16

I chose this unrestrained praise-poem to mark the 11th Anniversary of Poem of the Month.  Stephen Mitchell, translator extraordinaire, is true to the spirit of the text, his "sense of the genuine," when he interprets.  Enjoy!  Thank you for sharing in the love of poetry!  May we all rest in this unnamable, perfect love. Unnamable [...]

By |October 1st, 2017|Poem of the Month|

October 2015 ~ Wealthy

after my reading a very serious sixth grade girl asked me if I was wealthy well I said I have twenty-two dollars in my wallet right now my purple truck has two hundred and thirty-five thousand miles on it I’m wearing clean and mended clothes I’ll sleep in a warm bed tonight I’ve got my [...]

By |October 1st, 2015|Poem of the Month|

September 2015 ~ Starfish

This is what life does. It lets you walk up to the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman down beside you at the counter who says, Last night, the channel was full of [...]

By |September 1st, 2015|Poem of the Month|

November 2012 ~ From Blossoms

From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and all, comes the familiar dust [...]

By |November 1st, 2012|Poem of the Month|

July 2007 ~ We Have a Beautiful Mother

We have a beautiful mother Her hills are buffaloes Her buffaloes hills. We have a beautiful mother Her oceans are wombs Her wombs oceans. We have a beautiful mother Her teeth the white stones at the edge of the water the summer grasses her plentiful hair. We have a beautiful mother Her green lap immense [...]

By |July 1st, 2007|Poem of the Month|

December 2006 ~ Ode to Thanks

Thanks to the word that says thanks! Thanks to thanks, word that melts iron and snow! The world is a threatening place until thanks makes the rounds from one pair of lips to another, soft as a bright feather and sweet as a petal of sugar, filling the mouth with its sound or else a [...]

By |December 1st, 2006|Poem of the Month|