These days many people have been to a yoga class or a poetry reading, but the Yogic Poetry Experience combines both into a familiar yet completely new experience. Launching Friday, Jan. 26, at Seva …
When you napped in my arms, the plump of your lips bearing a slick of milk, your infant breath sweet as nostalgia, I didn’t consider the pulling away. I knew, of course, it would happen based on all the …
Much is blamed on women. How we wear our beauty, for example: boldly, irresponsibly, flash and flaunt, or not at all: mouse dropping drab. It’s 1948, girls are singing, wearing white, a chorus from the …
Strange voices, but not off key thousands, but all in harmony. I can hear them calling me. All past versions of what lives with me. Each having their own bit of complexity ,to the song that is …
“As a child, I was encouraged to write poems and rhymes. I found it fun. It gave me the greatest pleasure,” Lynn Levin recounted. This early spur has been life-shaping. At last count, the …
o friends let us let go of the rocks let us each take a leaf from the ground let us each take a leaf and let it rest for a breath let us each take a leaf and let it float on the breeze let us each hold a …
They were always only bushy-tailed rats. . Pests. Vermin. Nuisances. Stealing the birdseed. Nesting in the crawlspaces, gnawing insulation, causing shorts. Until the day I hit one with my car. Not …
The soft beat of drums, the shuffle of feet, There were thousands who waited and watched in the street. Their beloved president was passing by, Not a smile on their faces, only a muffled cry. There were …
“The wind is like a bully”pushing leaves; breaking branches; roughing skin; biting faces. Nothing like the warm smoothe breeze of Saint Lucia caressing…assuaging tension the sound of the ocean travels …
Icy, wet afternoonOut of place in MayBroken heartShatteredAmongst standard steel desksScattered photographsOf a happier timeHeart, you have no place here.Faded fatiguesHow proudly you …
Icy, wet afternoon Out of place in May Broken heart Shattered Amongst standard steel desks Scattered photographs Of a happier time Heart, you have no place here. Faded fatigues How proudly you …
I push everything I know off to the side.For a moment I watch these two predators,fiddling and flapping, bracing on thick branches; letting goin the stiffening foliage of my ash tree.It’s November. …
Some varieties are named Scarlet O’Hara, Heavenly Blue, Party Dress, Inkspots, and Carnevale di Venezia. A warm October, the tomato plant still hardy and green, thick stalk from five months growth, a …
On an afternoon in October I am arranged on a stool playing a guitar on a stage awash in cerulean light Sporting a hazel green Stetson that brims rakishly over dark Maui Jims ,I can barely perceive the …
The other morning, coming downstairs, I sensed a tingling in the air - a freakish early morning lightning streak perhaps. But then I caught the scent of buttered toast and the sounds of kitchen …
Ignore the hardness of the window’s ledge. Gaze through pained glass at farmers roaming rows of raked dirt and corn crops. Consider the comfort in those stalks how leaves both nestle and protect. …
You were gifted a dandelion Many moons ago The flower helped you laugh The flower helped you grow But the dandelion itself Had nowhere left to go So you put on a brave face And let it break your heart …
My grandfather bears a pocketknifein the same pocket, every day. Which: right or left? More instinct or ritual? Unconscious or holy? My father stashes a multitool hidden in the depths of a dresser full of …
The search is on for the 47th annual Bucks County Poet Laureate, according to Bucks County Community College (BCCC) professor Ethel Rackin, Ph.D., director of the longest-running poet laureate program in Pennsylvania.
I glide effortlessly on the glasslike surface, a lotus flower in a lily pond no ripples no strife I turn toward the heavens to keep me safe & calm a respite in a world where prayers often …
