Cloud Watching, a Poem by Natalie Diaz
I have been reading Natalie Diaz, one poem at a time, one each morning as I’m waking. It’s her first …
I have been reading Natalie Diaz, one poem at a time, one each morning as I’m waking. It’s her first …
Just about my favorite place to be in the world –or in time– is at the annual conference of the …
In my dream I was the president. When I awoke, I was the beggar of the world. Ashaba, an …
As I contemplate yet another birthday, this, one of the famous ‘ends in zero’ years, I thought I’d post perhaps …
I’ve been reconnecting lately with friends who were resisters to the war in Vietnam, some as organizers, some who went …
First Love for José Angel Valente You were my first …
A friend who read my earlier post about Ira Sandperl and his book “A Little Kinder” sent me this wonderful …
Reposting this first of all anti-war poems to make an impact on me as a young man, as news of …
Seamus Heaney has left us a lifetime-left of reading and contemplation. Here are two from “The Cure at Troy,” Heaney’s …
Your mother loved my poems. That’s a killer, she would say. Her knees grew weak Her voice in smoke dark …
All who despair should come to this place where silence inflates in wave after wave, where regiments of glass are …
I texted my dad today ten years dead. Dad, I wrote, they’re boating the bay heeled over hard, and wet. …