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Laura
This man's poetry moves me. My father's computer won't let me cut and paste a link to his website, but I will try again later.
Laura
I've enjoyed reading Dave Bonta's blog, Via Negativa , immensely over the past few weeks. Here are a few samples of his poetry, written in response to visual art by Clive Hicks-Jenkins. Hicks-Jenkins' website contains... More »
Laura
The words loved me, and I loved them in return. --Sonia Sanchez I miss the places where writing poetry used to be. Where it took me. I feel sure those places are still there, but... More »
Laura
It's Robert Bly's birthday. Here's a poem of his. enjoy. Dawn Some love to watch the sea bushes appearing at dawn, To see night fall from the goose wings, and to hear The conversations the... More »
Laura
I recently bought a used copy of Natalie Goldberg's book Top of My Lungs, a selection of her poems and visual art. The poems are heartful and luminous and the paintings are vivd and alive with color.... More »
Laura
"Would You Bow?" If the Friend rose inside you, would you bow? Would you wonder where that one came from and how? If you say, "I will bow," that's important. If you answer, "But can... More »
Laura
I went to hear him read yesterday in Decatur, Georgia, at the Decatur Book Festival. A fine poet with a timely, strong voice. This is from his book of poetry For the Confederate Dead. I... More »
Laura
A few weeks ago I went over to the little pond where I sometimes go to read, write, think, meditate, take pictures, pray. My mother's buried just up the hill and the forty acres that... More »
Laura
The Ninth Planet In the shadow cast by the end of time who will believe the earth was not merely a vast plain Faith requires a law to assure clay's obedience to gravity and... More »
Laura
Summer Again I step out into the snow, my eyes shut, But the light knows how to pass My porous lids and I can tell That in my words it's again the snow That swirls... More »
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