I'm a bit late with the news, but none the less – one of the heroes of contemporary women's poetry, the marvellous, incomparable, irreplaceable Adrienne Rich, has died. She was 82. For those writers of my generation or younger, it’s easy to forget just how damn hard poets like Rich worked to make a space …
Poem – Trumbull Stickney’s “Mnemosyne”
It’s autumn in the country I remember. How warm a wind blew here about the ways! And shadows on the hillside lay to slumber During the long sun-sweetened summer-days. It’s cold abroad the country I remember. The swallows veering skimmed the golden grain At midday with a wing aslant and limber; And yellow cattle browsed …
Tuesday poem – “Fault”
A mistake. An error of judgement. A penalty brought against a quiet city. Stroll through the park, lunchtime almost over. A defect, a small disappointment. A summer day laden with clouds, grey light that softens the walls, the stone and brick, the glass. Less than expected. Someone to blame. A sparrow rests lightly on the …
Tuesday poem – “Odyssey”, by Karen Zelas
There are no maps to ease the passage of the godless. Already he is where none can follow. He has climbed into this space, this cavern in near-night, in the far-distance, driven. Cries that crash in forests of memory. Hunter and hunted, and which is he? Obscured in semi-darkness, crouched head bent to bony knees, …
This week, take up jogging; next, an Olympic Gold in the Marathon!
Couldn’t resist sharing this. It’s one of those things you come across regularly in online forums where writers and readers mix. Every month or so there’s someone who comes out with the whole “maybe one of these days I should write a novel” thing. They mean well (and I’m guilty of it myself from time to time), …
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A Dark Feathered Art 