Hearing what?
In response to Scilla by Louise Gluck Hearing what? What you want to hear? What you need to hear? What do I want to hear, or need to...
Touch
In response to Waking this Morning, a poem by Muriel Rukeyser Touch. Tactility. Wisdom. Sometimes I let my feet lead or my hands and I...
When I loved
in response to The Fist by Derek Walcott The pen does not want to meet the paper on this one. I do not want to write about this. Inside I...
When I leave
In response to Stitch by Imtiaz Dharker Dying. Maybe I’ll become a leaf and float to the ground, slowly dry out leaving fine lace detail ...
Yesterday
In response to I Was in a Hurry, a poem by Dunya Mikail Yester. I don’t know the origins of this word. It speaks of longing, and of the...
Cups
In response to 'Cups' by Gwen Hardwood Cups They know us by our lips. They know the proverb about the space between us. Many slip. They...
The little box
In response to 'The Little Box', a poem by Vasko Popa the little box was so small, that I could not see it. I even put my glasses on, and...
Dream
In response to ‘The Unbeliever’, a poem by Elizabeth Bishop Dream. Hard not to think of D-ream, things can only get better. Tony Blair....
Wanting
In response to ‘Adaptation’, a poem by Linda France Wanting. A word I find hard to connect with in one sense and in another all too...
Lost People
In response to 'Listening to Lost People' by Denise Riley Listening to Lost People Still looking for lost people – look unrelentingly. ...