A friend of mine had a husband –lost to cancer now– who saw no reason to stint on the bubbly. Any occasion, he’d pop the cork and fill the flutes. My daughters and I were in the kitchen enjoying a glass of wine the other night, and I was telling them about this guy, and … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Mark Kraushaar
Been sitting here for hours trying to choose the right poem. First I chose a classic one by Wilfred Owens, in WWI, but it was unbearable. Then I chose a lesser-known one by Archibald MacLeish, mid-20th century, but that one was also unbearable. Now I’ve been reading through Brian Turner’s Iraq war poems, and they too … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Brian Turner
This one goes out to all those for whom tomorrow, for any one of many private and public reasons, is a hard or frustrating or painful day. The Necklace – Osip Mandelstam (1920, translated from the Russian by Christian Wiman) Take, from my palms, for joy, for ease, A little honey, a little sun, That … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Osip Mandelstam
Someone once told me to think up a safe place where I could magically be transported when I needed to, when I had no reserves left to deal with whatever was going on around me. This place took about half a second to conjure itself up: a stream, flowers, grass, a sunny field beyond, and … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Brian Turner
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