Tag: Poetry

  • The Poetry Quilt

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    Meyrem Hussain brings us a poignant article about  “hundreds of scraps of materials and thousands of painstaking stitches… brought together in a six-month labour of love.” Women attending the Stuart Low Trust have just completed their ‘poetry quilt’ – a riot of colour with the compositions of 15 budding poets. The poems include a tale of…

  • Sunday Prayer

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    SOUL AND THE OLD WOMAN What is the soul? Consciousness.  The more awareness, the deeper the soul, and when such essence overflows, you feel a sacredness around.  It’s so simple to tell one who puts on a robe and pretends to be a dervish from the real thing.  We know the taste of pure water.…

  • Monday Prayer

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    There Are Poems There are poems that are never written, that simply move across the mind like skywriting on a still day; slowly the first word drifts west, the last letters dissolve on the tongue, and what is left is the pure blue of insight, without cloud or comfort.  —  Linda Pastan,  (via sina-santi2)

  • Sunday Prayer

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    New Songs The afternoon says: “I’m thirsty for shadow!” And the moon: “I want stars.” The crystal fountain asks for lips, the wind, for sighs. I’m thirsty for scents and for laughter. Thirsty for new songs without irises or moons, without dead loves. A morning song that can shiver quiet backwaters of the future and…

  • Tupelo Press Launches New Literary Magazine and Poetry Contest

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    For all the poets who visit: The North Adams, Massachusetts–based Tupelo Press has announced the launch of a new online literary magazine, Tupelo Quarterly, and with it an inaugural poetry contest. The winner will receive one thousand dollars and publication in the first issue of Tupelo Quarterly.   The prize is currently open for submissions. Using the online submission manager,…

  • Monday Prayer

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    Please Accept My Condo Her cell phone cut my deepest sympathies short. The fault of a patchy connection, she guessed, when she showed me days later and we laughed off our faces at my truncated text. I didn’t know her adequately to ask who she’d lost; we were barely close enough to suffer a telecommunicational…

  • Sunday Prayer

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    At First, It is True, I Thought There Were Only Peaches & Wild Grapes To my delight I have found myself Born Into a garden Of many fruits. At first it is true, I thought There were only Peaches & wild grapes. That watermelon Lush, refreshing Completed my range. But now, Child, I can tell…

  • Saturday Prayer

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    WOLVES The birds’ departure from his heart leaves the plains white where the story is white and sleep is white and silence is the caller’s icon. A laugh of sand will sprout when the door is opened from fear’s angle, a hymn for the grand winter, and the voices of those who left long ago…

  • SONGFIRE festival puts poetry into musical motion

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    SONGFIRE festival puts poetry into musical motion, with performances, master classes, and more by ALEXANDER VARTY on MAY 30, 2013 at 4:05 AM Stressing the power of art songs’s words, the SONGFIRE festival projects lyrics as surtitles ASKED TO DEFINE the art-song genre, Rena Sharon pauses for a moment, then suggests it’s one way of translating word and image into sound.…

  • This Week’s Rant

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    The Wrong Kitchen Grandmother would sit me between her legs to scratch my dandruff and unravel my plaits We didn’t know then dandruff was a sign of nervousness hives tough emotional decisions things seen that were better unseen We thought love could cure anything a doll here a favorite caramel cake there The arguments the…