Daily Poem: the type of lover i need ~ rupi kaur

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the type of lover i need ~ rupi kaur i need someone who knows struggle as well as i do someone willing to hold their feet in my lap on days it is too difficult to stand the type of person who gives exactly what  i need before i even know i need it the […]

Daily Poem: Two Roads, etc. ~ Dorothy Walters

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Two Roads, etc. ~ Dorothy Walters For Carolyn Kizer (Carolyn Kizer’s poem which inspired Walters was the Daily Poem for July 16, 2018 and can be read here) Here I am, Novice of many years, Still writing poems Full of betrayal and lost love, Forever turning the events of my life In my hand Like […]

Judgment and Compassion

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Being judgmental runs deeply in my family line. It was my family’s favorite indoor sport, and every one of my relatives had a quick mind a sharp tongue to express their disapproval of the current trespass under discussion. The god-fearing church ladies loved their neighbors as they loved themselves, but that didn’t stop them from […]

Daily Poem: Singing Aloud ~ Carolyn Kizer

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Singing Aloud ~ Carolyn Kizer We all have our faults. Mine is trying to write poems. New scenery, someone I like, anything sets me off! I hear my own voice going on, like a god or an oracle, That cello-tone, intuition. That bell-note of wisdom! And I can’t get rid of the tempting tic of […]

Daily Poem: From “Insomnia” ~ Marina Tsvetayeva

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From “Insomnia” ~ Marina Tsvetaeva Black as the centre of an eye, the centre, a blackness that sucks at light. I love your vigilance. Night, first mother of songs, give me the voice to sing of you in those fingers lies the bridle of the four winds. Crying out, offering words of homage to you, […]

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