Twigs — by Taha Muhammad Ali
As I contemplate yet another birthday, this, one of the famous ‘ends in zero’ years, I thought I’d post perhaps …
Tag Archives: Poetry
i sing of Olaf glad and big — ee cummings
I’ve been reconnecting lately with friends who were resisters to the war in Vietnam, some as organizers, some who went …
First Love
First Love for José Angel Valente You were my first …
Kindness, a poem by Naomi Shihab Nye
A friend who read my earlier post about Ira Sandperl and his book “A Little Kinder” sent me this wonderful …
Gas Attacks
Reposting this first of all anti-war poems to make an impact on me as a young man, as news of …
Seamus Heaney Gone, Long Live His Tongue
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
Your mother loved my poems. That’s a killer, she would say. Her knees grew weak Her voice in smoke dark …
Blue Squadrons Pounding In From the Sea
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
I texted my dad today ten years dead. Dad, I wrote, they’re boating the bay heeled over hard, and wet. …
Gate A-4 by Naomi Shihab Nye
A friend of mine has fallen in love with Naomi Shihab Nye, a poet, a Palestinian-American. This is something she wrote, …
Chinese Cooking
I had a Chinese girlfriend once. Her mother was an opera singer – of the other kind. She always seemed …
A Poem — to Focus in My Distraction
While I’m struggling to think through my five week trip through Southeast Asia, and not having it rise in the …