Those who watched him living didn’t know how deeply one he was with all of this. -Rainer Maria Rilke
We see the pain, we sense the fear We take it in, we hold it near. We want to help, we want to cry We turn away, we only sigh. We see the wisdom, we see the lies We see the truth, we compromise We never …
She will you know. It begins early morning, as the sun shines down her belly, blinding you with her glaring beauty. She is much more than divine. And that’s the first trick. She beckons with the sweet …
The Sourland Conservancy series, “Talk of the Sourlands,” is back. Join poet Jane McKinley, at 7 p.m. Jan. 11, at the Titusville First Presbyterian Church, or online, as she reads from her …
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 …
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. …
The lone cicada wing caught my eye, light reflecting off its surface as it lay still on the kitchen floor, its unexplained dismemberment belying its brief, frenzied existence. I rubbed it gently between …
Tom Mallouk, curator of the Poet’s Corner, announces an evening to celebrate the wealth of poetic talent in Bucks County with a special event at the Doylestown Library.On Thursday, Nov. 2, from …
October. My class is surprised to be releasedfrom the room. We sit on unmown grassin front of the school, gnarled braids of oak-treeroots heave above the ground.Court Street traffic flies by, …
The Doylestown Bookshop presents the official launch and book signing of “The Write Metaphor,” the new chapbook by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk. The free event, at 6 p.m. Friday, Oct. …
The Doylestown Bookshop presents the official launch and book signing of “The Write Metaphor,” the new chapbook by Bucks County Poet Laureate Tom Mallouk.The free event, at 6 p.m. Friday, Oct. …
