Jim Samler, who taught art at Otter Valley Union High School for 28 years before retiring in 2014, says his inspiration for the book came not only from those poets, but also from The New Yorker cartoonists Charles Adams and Gahan Wilson, as well as Mad Magazine.
I don’t know whether to ride/ my mower or push my snow-blower./ Given what April brings to us.
“Love Notes to Bristol” is a crowdsourced poetry project, a web of life spun by dozens of community members, whose moments of admiration, cherishing and yearning can be read across 38 lawn signs around town.
Seeds of Peace these warriors of peace the unstoppable the brave with resilience they fight for the love of their families to defend their homes for the love of their land to defend their liberty they stand against tyranny facing not with th … (read more)
Like you, I have a name behind/my name./Scratched inside my throat.
Snow falls lightly/ as if no fires rage/ across the world.
Thank you for drawing the crow/ outside my window./ Thank you for drawing the wrinkled bittersweet berries/ brightening the blighted ash.
When I look for wisdom tonight/ I find aphorism in the mountain’s white ridge,/ shining in moonlight like a possible/ future to have faith in.
What you say you’ve been waiting for. A break from studying. A reprieve from your exams. An excuse from finishing your term papers. To go home. But not this early.
I’ve always admired poems that take the mundane events of our lives and imbue them with a luster that lingers nearby, but that often goes unnoticed.
Did I dream when we were young and full of hope, we’d always dance all night, work all day without a sign of weariness?
Naomi Replansky was a finalist for the 1952 National Book Award in Poetry and the 2014 Poets’ Prize and Winner of the Poet Society of America’s 2013 William Carlos Williams Award.
“I write the way a tortoise runs, although occasionally, instead of a hare, I pull a poem out of a hat,” said Michael Collier, who recently published a new book of poetry.
THROUGH THE WILDERNESS by Toussaint St. Negritude Through the wilderness of my freedom through territories uncharted for corporate consumption through cogent dreams and cosmic streams I have climbed to find my Star House high amongst the peaks of an ever- … (read more)
Before the wind takes it. Before the voles make a home of it.Or a trunk-borer. Before the orioles weave one nest too many.Or later, in December, the snow weighs heavily for the thundering branchto go under. And looking ahead again to next summer, the tail … (read more)
