It’s Mother’s Day weekend. Hope you have sunny weather ahead. How nice to open my email and receive this poem from Laura Rodley, the Massachusetts poet whose work is often featured here and in other places such as the New Verse News (where her poem Pushcart-winning poem Resurrection appeared in 2013). She is also a freelance writer for publications such as Country Folks. I can always count on her to give me something imagistic, evocative and full of feeling. These days … [Read more...]
How the egg came to be eaten (a myth of my own making)
How the egg came to be eaten Certain foods have their reputes. Oysters. Ginseng. You can guess why the tomato, fragile as a beating heart, is the apple of love. The egg used to be more potent, but on a laconic day when the spring buds sighed amid a dank appeal to dormancy, with Persephone just on her way back, Hera decided it was time her mate learn to appreciate her. She fed Zeus the first egg, knowing it would give him a woman’s pain. She’d forgiven him … [Read more...]
Happy 2020: clear vision and vague intentions
It’s the last blog of the year so it feels like it should be important. But it isn’t. Sorry. No big news to report. No ambitious resolutions to tell you about. As my friend Tena Russ posted on FB, “I don’t have resolutions. I have vague intentions.” I did have a poem published in December; if you want to check it out, visit Dodging the Rain and read "When I said I love you." Disclaimer: it isn't very jolly. 2020. I guess if anything, I will take the year literally and … [Read more...]
Inspiration, gratitude, and action
October finishes on an upbeat for me. How about for you? The trees here are a spectacle of color. Last weekend was Open House Chicago and we got our merry band back together and visited places in Beverly, Englewood, and Bronzeville. Favorite sites were St. Benedict the African Roman Catholic Church in Englewood and Boxville Marketplace in Bronzeville where I got to meet the artist Edo. This month two verses have made themselves known to me and I wanted to share them … [Read more...]
New poem by Laura Rodley: The Pear Eaters
The Pear Eaters On raised legs the foxes slide their incisors over hard green pears suspended on the stem, still so firmly attached they do not fall to the ground to be finished off. Others fall, that foxes leave, having eaten carousels of bite-fulls, leaving others to the groundhog. I leave the incisored ones on the branch, rescue those untouched to bring inside to ripen. © Laura Rodley, 2019 Laura Rodley is a Massachusetts poet whose latest … [Read more...]
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