Susan Jefts
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Poet’s corner: A wild togetherness
TWO PIECES OF DRIFTWOODLet them find us, years from now, washed of color, eased of burden, elegantly perched side-by-side: Two pieces of driftwood at rest in the high…
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Poet’s corner: Small victories
OlderBy John Mahoney He used to be a lector,Today he could not walk the steps to the ambo.He used to work the clubhouse,In exchange for walking the fairways. The grocery…
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Poet’s Corner: The Life At Our Feet
Garden ~ April, 2020By Arlene Iris Distler Tugging at weeds on my kneesthe daylily bed, soil level,about to aim my trowelat a clump of pointed spearscradle of gold and…
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Poet’s corner: Where moonlight finds you
How Difficult is It? I wouldn’t have guessed you’d love this form. And take it back into a cell’s darkness. Even the super moon can’t reach you.…
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Poetry: Life under a tiny roof, in the rain
The Usefulness of an Umbrella Few care about this ordinariness that spends summer days in the back of closets until a chiller wind whips in squalls and out…
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Poet’s corner: Of love and a house
Rorschach Test Shoulder blades of a house, one left, one right; both browned by afternoon suns. ~ ~ ~ Mouths of two bedroom windows, opened wide. ~ ~…
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This month in poetry: Words through the darkness
Excerpted from September 1, 1939 By W.H. Auden All I have is a voice To undo the folded lie, The romantic lie in the brain Of the…
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Poetry: Threads of light and silver
Silver Solstice By Cindy Hill Pale sun slides low across the silver sky and softly spins a thread of silver light to hold the force of day…
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Poet’s Corner: A story of home
Recognize By Scudder Parker He stands by the rock wall and roses, stares across the valley at Northfield hills. Sometimes, it seems, he just comes to cry. …
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This month in poetry: A cool autumn falling
Even Now Even now, the lion sculpture at Frog Hollow, the one made of so many old metal washers, shines as best it can in the subdued…
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Poet’s Corner: An unexpected music
Unlocking But it is not always quiet here. Things go on while we sleep the sleep of soldiers. Ancient branches crack and splinter into dust. Large wings snap…
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Poet’s Corner: A song for winter
Winter’s Delicate Solitude This is the closing-in time of year: The weary earth rests, leans back and retires; Pine-quilted hills guard the brink of the world, Horizons…
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Poet’s Corner: Into the depths of winter
Winter Solstice The dry rustle of leaves is what I remember, and the lateness of the hour — moon yet to appear. Something ending, something about to…
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Poet’s Corner: The Graveyard Shift
A Resurrection Man After too much time working in the graveyard of unfinished poems where midnight ground is littered with broken metaphors and cracked headstones, where disappointment’s…
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Poet’s Corner: The Path of Water
In Whom We Live and Move and Have our Being It’s October Snow geese fly far above the trees in sleek silence. Canada geese circle noisily above…
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Poet’s Corner: One hand, one heartbeat
Down to Earth The heart of a farmer is made of muscle and clay that aches for return to earth. And when the sky releases a steady…