The new year is often pitched as a time of hope, but the reality is that, for some, the new year might be a time of dislocation, confusion and lonelin…
At the turning of the year I often find myself praying for clarity -- clarity of vision, clarity of purpose. Martha Postlewaite's poem, "Clearing" exp…
my godis not waiting inside a churchor sitting above the temple's stepsmy godis the refugee's breath as she's runningis living in the starving child's…
The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day…
What They Did Yesterday Afternoon BY WARSAN SHIRE they set my aunts house on fire i cried the way women on tv do folding at the middle like a five pou…
Keeping an eye on poets. At the beginning of Ian McEwan’s Black Dogs, the young narrator says, “Ever since I lost my mother and father in a road accid…
Enjoyed this poet tonight. She has this piece on gratitude, posted on the International Bi-Polar Foundation website. https://ibpf.org/gratitude-2/ And…
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