It is tempting to fall into silence when confronted with people whose attitudes and choices are so much different than your own. For example, we know that Richard Spencer and Jason Kessler, leaders of the alt-right movement, are planning to have another rally and march, similar to the one they had at Charlottesville where Heather […]
“The opposite of poverty is not wealth. In too many places, the opposite of poverty is justice.” Bryan Stevenson The world is rife with injustices that call for our attention and there are many social justice initiatives that bring people together to raise awareness, right wrongs, and offer sucor to the torn and weary. PROMOTING SOCIAL […]
“Pithy and powerful, poetry is a popular art form at protests and rallies. From the civil rights and women’s liberation movements to Black Lives Matter, poetry is commanding enough to gather crowds in a city square and compact enough to demand attention on social media. Speaking truth to power remains a crucial role of the poet […]
When I die, bury my body amid a pile of leaves, then go home. Plant clematis vines along fences, fill the rest of your yard with only native flowers that will desire compost— tend them lovingly, as though you had cared for me. —Michael Dickel ©2007 This poem is in the forthcoming collection of Michael […]
“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference.” Elie Wiesel In 2011, The Bardo Group Beguines (The BeZine and Beguine Again) collected poems and other works […]
i belong to the wind, to grandmother moon
Just beautiful, Jamie.
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Thank you, Sue.
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oh, Jamie, We are all of these, but so often forget. We need you poets to remind us!
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A delicious natural pairing of poem and picture….like pears and bleu and Pinot…but more earthy…mushrooms and Merlot, perhaps. (I must be hungry.) Thanks!
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Ha! And now you’ve made me hungry. 🙂 Have a pleasant Sunday, Priscilla.
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A wonderful poem to start my Sunday…quiet lovely.
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A beautiful poem Jamie. The wisdom of graceful aging.
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Today I feel like the tired old foot worn turtle. Perhaps a grasshopper tomorrow.
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I can surely relate to this. Life in an aging body is not preditable. But the grasshopper days are a lovely gift.
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