Lettering ~ Paige Foster Perhaps it is a sort of nostalgia, this wistful feeling that blossoms like wet ink on the page every time I come across your handwriting in an old book. (I’ve been thinking about David Palladini most of the week, and this perfect poem came up last night.)
It’s been a while since I’ve posted a poem! While it might not be every day, I will be posting poems again as part of my devotions to Hela. Evening Ebb ~ Robinson Jeffers The ocean has not been so quiet for a long while; five nightherons Fly shorelong voiceless in the hush of […]
Boats In Fog ~ Robinson Jeffers Sports and gallantries, the stage, the arts, the antics of dancers, The exuberant voices of music, Have charm for children but lack nobility; it is bitter earnestness That makes beauty; the mind Knows, grown adult. A sudden fog-drift muffled the ocean, A throbbing of engines moved in it, At […]
Pelicans in December ~ J. Allyn Rosser One can’t help admiring their rickety grace and old-world feathers like seasoned boardwalk planks. They pass in silent pairs, as if a long time ago they had wearied of calling out. The wind tips them, their ungainly, light-brown weight, into a prehistoric wobble, wings’-end fingers stretching from fingerless […]
Why Are Your Poems so Dark? ~ Linda Pastan Isn’t the moon dark too, most of the time? And doesn’t the white page seem unfinished without the dark stain of alphabets? When God demanded light, he didn’t banish darkness. Instead he invented ebony and crows and that small mole on your left cheekbone. Or did […]
