In spring, the blossoming trees bloom with so much beautiful ferocity that sometimes I think they might alight in fire & just begin to float away toward heaven. Because it has to be magic. It has to be something not of this earth. I hold my breath for days or weeks as the colors of the blossoms peak, cherishing the sight, thanking God for my eyes that can see it.…
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Five on Friday // My Favorite Poets
New series, five things, on Fridays. Here’s a story. Back when I was in college, I had this professor. He was a wild-haired writer, a child of another era. He wore tweed blazers and drove a little sports car. He was the first person to…
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a kitchen scene // late summer thoughts
in the evening, the crickets are singing again. august makes violins of their tiny legs. we throw open the windows at night to hear the symphony. there’s a sweetness on the air– a coolness too, that when inhaled, fills the body with all the promise…
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celebrate //
This month’s prompt word is celebrate. Aside from the fact that I’ve been physically unable to spend time on my computer, it’s been difficult to even brainstorm for this prompt. I’ve been suffering and when you’re suffering, it’s hard to think about celebrating. Still, this…
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Still I Rise
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. You may shoot me…
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Poetry Friday: For Women Who Are Difficult to Love
Poetry Friday is a feature that I run once in awhile. A long time ago — before I was a mother, before I was a wife — I was a poet. Poetry was the thing that got me through many of my darkest hours. Once…
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Poem: “Untitled” | Rachel McKibbens
“Untitled” by Rachel McKibbens To my daughters, I need to say: Go with the one who loves you biblically. The one whose love lifts its head to you despite its broken neck. Whose body bursts sixteen arms electric to carry you, gentle, the way old…
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Poetry: The Archipelago of Kisses | Jeffrey McDaniel
The Archipelago Of Kisses | Jeffrey McDaniel We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t grow on trees, like in the old days. So where does one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy, like being unleashed with a credit card in a…