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The Fish by Elizabeth Bishop
Poem: “The Fish” Poet: Elizabeth Bishop, 1911 – 1979 I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and…
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The need to memorize
I am learning some of the most profound lessons from my son (age 7). This morning I tried on an outfit for work, I looked at our massive full length mirror, A: What does this look like? B: It looks like you. A: Do you think it is too much for work. B: Yes and…
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Falling through the cracks
Blackened embers still burning now and then A white moon smudged In-between I built my castle on reclaimed land Dug the wet sand till its grains hurt between skin and nail Swept away the sea Pushed back the tidal waves of full moon the basalt gray Call me sturdy
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Carla
The day Carla died my almost seven year old cried at the hairdresser not because Carla died, but, because he wanted to “it is just so unfair” When we came home he cried some more. Refused to shower claimed he hated showers since the end of time. Then he said, “Sometimes you don’t take care…
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The walls of the room I am building
The Netherlands Research School of Gender Studies had their research day conference on 26th May 2014 in Amsterdam. The day was titled – Doing Gender in the Netherlands: Feminism in Transition (Activism, Institutions and Canons). I was there to present a paper: Tumbling Wall: Adrienne Rich Dismantles a Male Form. My paper spoke about the…
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And Still I Rise – Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like…
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Words and solar glares
Every word a stumbling block setup for the fall in to the endless plummet towards the bottom a bottom I never reach tumbling and tumbling pools of prepositions hills built of adjectives conjunctions swirling overhead misty mornings a sun that turns pink and purple Odorless Lavender Every word a brick movement like mortar constructions built…
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Shahid’s The Half-Inch Himalayas
“Postcard from Kashmir” Kashmir shrinks into my mailbox, my home a neat four by six inches I always loved neatness. Now I hold the half-inch Himalayas in my hand. This is home. And this is the closest I’ll ever be to home. When I return, the colors won’t be so brilliant, the…
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Omar Pitras Waqar – “This Sweet Infinity” (English Ghazal) – YouTube
Omar Pitras Waqar – “This Sweet Infinity” (English Ghazal) – YouTube. “Published on Dec 4, 2013 More poetry available for purchase here:http://www.lulu.com/us/en/shop/omar-w… today the weather changed but I did not, this sweet infinity are we more than space that time forgot, this sweet infinity ~ no need for words, the real poetry is in…
