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“Little Red Riding Hood Grows Up” by Kim Bridgford

Sometimes she feels the wolves behind her eyes, The stealthy ease Of their shadows and their breath. Everything’s dark, Even the work Of love. When you’ve been eaten and released, That is the cost.   Like a statue in the … Continue reading

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“Happiness” by Jane Kenyon

I’m offering up a poem that never fails to make me cry. Kenyon struggled with depression most of her short life. This is a love letter (of sorts) to herself on the nature of happiness.  “Happiness” —Jane Kenyon There’s just … Continue reading

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“The Percision”

“And when the body swoons, it is because the heart knows its truth.” Perhaps my newest favorite line in a poem.                “The Precision” by Linda Gregg~ There is a modesty in nature. In … Continue reading

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“Ode to Thanks” Pablo Neruda

The perfect poem about gratitude from Neruda. His love poems make me sigh and it was fun to find a “new” Neruda poem.             Ode to Thanks by Pablo Neruda Thanks to the word that … Continue reading

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Dive For Dreams

It’s national poetry month and rather than reheating blog posts I’m going to share a poem and an image. Always my images and never my poetry.  (you’re welcome)   e.e. Cummings is a favorite of mine. I love the whimsical … Continue reading

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Birds over Water

I just discovered this poet and poem. It’s as if she has seen the lake adjacent to the land on a gray flat morning, a scrim of ice coating the shallows. Winter Journal: Disseminate Birds over Water BY EMILY WILSON … Continue reading

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“Afterword” Louise Gluck

Louise Gluck won the National Book Award for poetry 2014. I love her poems and her Oddesey cycle contains two of my favorite poems about misunderstood women and waiting.  This is about the process of writing and I could relate … Continue reading

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