I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it nothing fancy. But it seems impossible. Whatever the subject, the morning sun glimmers it. The tulip… Read more Line Break: ‘This World’ by Mary Oliver →
Today there is nothing on the radio in my head but the hotel radio is playing “Drops of Jupiter” as my nausea waits by the tracks for the rush-by to… Read more Line Break: ‘Hit’ by Ali Blythe →
This land like a mirror turns you inward And you become a forest in a furtive lake; The dark pines of your mind reach downward, You dream in the green… Read more Line Break: ‘Dark Pines Under Water’ by Gwendolyn MacEwen →
Sunlight in the window a cup of lemon tea. Nothing is about to happen. This moment is mine — I hold it in my hand and say Yes, this is… Read more Line Break: ‘Gargoyles’ by Susan Glickman →
You know what I miss? Poetry. Reading it, talking about it, even writing it, though poems are the most difficult kind of writing for me. For a time during university I read poetry almost every night before sleep, absorbing the way a line break could completely alter the relationship between words or how the clarity of one perfect image could translate an emotion onto a page. Poetry was a revelation for me. In 2015, I want to bring it back into my life. So, once a month or so I’m… Read more Line Break: ‘The Journey’ by Mary Oliver →
