“A poet’s work . . . to name the unnamable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world and stop it from going to sleep.” Salman Rushdie This just in from: POETS MEET POLITICS 2019 INTERNATIONAL OPEN POETRY COMPETITION Dear Poets! There are just three weeks until our Poets Meet Politics International Open Poetry Competition 2019 deadline of April 22nd. ENTER HERE We invite entries, worldwide, for poems on… Read More

“What Do the Trees Know? What do the trees know? To bend when all the wild winds blow. Roots are deep and time is slow. All we grasp we must let go. What do the trees know? Buds can weather ice and snow. Dark gives way to sunlight’s glow. Strength and stillness help us grow.” © Joyce Sidman, Winter Bees & Other Poems of the Cold [a free read if you have Amazon… Read More

The year we shaped our lives in the redwood forest, you brought a wounded salamander inside to heal. We gathered woodsy things, thistles and pinecones. We made rose-hip syrup, dried the last of the herbs. I decorated the cabin in an ensemble of earth tones, a spicy blend to match the fires you built in the hearth and the scent of the East in the ma’amoul baking. Our seasonal hibernation was swathed… Read More

The Sun Is In Love With Me what a morning, good morning burst of apricot, showering light drizzling glee, a child’s laughter if I had to live for just one day it would be this one, morning-glory nodding her bright-eyed blue head and i know, there’s no such thing no such thing as a death star there’s only life, over hill and field shining into windows, on warm grass Look! the daisies… Read More