We can’t begin to know what next week will bring. But we can b r e a t h e.
Here we go, then, with a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Here and there a poem, maybe a song. Wade through it all or …
Here we go, then, with a little bit of this, a little bit of that. Here and there a poem, maybe a song. Wade through it all or …
In the Great State of Missouri, known as the “show me” state, it seems that “baring arms” is what most needed immediate legislation.
On Sunday afternoon amidst sudden showers & splashes of sunshine, my home began filling with friends, neighbors and family.
“When will we learn from a woman like this – with her incredible gentleness, the light that fills where she is, that love is a form of intelligence.”
We find ourselves somewhere between the Milky Way and the Mountains, caught between what we meant to do and what we did.
These days we walk a fine line. We know that very soon the light will be returning … but we’re not quite there yet.
…Please Buy Poetry Books.
A PSA from the poet, Ellen Bass.
Sunday’s “Group Soup Book Launch” is taking a lot of my time this week, but it’s not the only thing happening.
A busy month full of events and poetry and conversation. Which of these will you join?
If you’re not already familiar with The Slowdown, curated by the current Poet Laureate Ada Limon, today’s poem is a great introduction.
This is one of those stories that practically wrote itself. The time was right, the words were there and meant to be shared.
“During a time when lies are invading the land of truth, let us know hope is just an idea if it doesn’t lace its boots.” –Andrea Gibson, they/them