The Map by W. Szymborska
A terrific poem by one of my favorites
Beach Walking
a cup of black tea swallows me sip by sip from thinking to naked intuition goes beach-walking on a whim never to become habit nearing the…
The Prince of Vowels
‘A’ distinguishes book from chair though not without a fight we watch them duke it out four legs vs a thousand pages jab sting hook stun…
Yusef Komunyakaa poem
another amazing poem from this fine poet….
Metaphor
an alligator moon crawls slowly over us like three stars a billion light-years apart seen as a constellation resembling a rhino you can’t be too careless…
Remnants in Place
A shuffling sound half-heard almost asleep, remnants of a dream mobile shadows sliding away almost tactile hints of past desires the Real teasing us from just…
The New Yorker’s poetry bot
https://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/celebrate-national-poetry-month-with-the-new-yorker-poetry-bot Celebrating National Poetry Month…
for National Poetry Month
a fine poem by Yusef Komunyakaa, called The Body Remembers see a review of his recent book of poems, The Emperor of Water Clocks, here
Audio: Martin Luther King — Beyond Vietnam: A Time To Break Silence — Vox Populi
Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. – April 4, 1967 – Beyond Vietnam: A Time To Break Silence [Full and unabridged] “Beyond Vietnam: A Time to Break…
A Carla May moment
1. It’s a bright morning without seasons, clocks, or calendars; these have long since broken we called the Help Desk but the line was dead meanwhile…
The Dog Star 