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 in awhile I like to share poems here, but only the poems that make my heart beat so hard that it feels like it will…
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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…
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Poetry Friday: Burning Oneself In | Adrienne Rich
Burning Oneself In | Adrienne Rich In a bookstore on the East Side I read a veteran’s testimony: the running down for no reason of an old woman in South Vietnam by a U.S. Army truck The heat-wave is over Lifeless, sunny, the East Side…
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Poetry: Another Poem About the Heart | Jenn Habel
Another Poem About the Heart | Jenn Habel When the floor drops out, as it has now, you cannot hear the squirrel on the wire outside your window, the wheels spinning on the road below. You want only pity and are presented with the unbelievable…
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Poetry Friday: won’t you celebrate with me | Lucille Clifton
won’t you celebrate with me | Lucille Clifton won’t you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up…
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Poetry Friday: Falling | Carl Phillips
Falling | Carl Phillips There’s a meadow I can’t stop coming back to, any more than I can stop calling it a sacred grove—isn’t that what it was, once? A lot of resonance, trees asway with declarations whose traced-on-the-air patterns the grasses also traced, more…
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Poetry Friday: Riveted | Sarah Robyn
Riveted | Sarah Robyn It is possible that things will not get better than they are now, or have been known to be. It is possible that we are past the middle now. It is possible that we have crossed the great water without knowing…
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Poetry Friday: Knowing the Earth | Nancy Wood
Knowing the Earth | Nancy Wood To know the Earth on a first-name basis You must know the meaning of river stones first. Find a place that calls to you and there Lie face down in the grass until you feel Each plant alive with…