Poetry Ptuesday: Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

[Desiderata: something considered necessary or highly desirable.] ***** Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth

Poetry Ptuesday: Wonder by Maya Angelou

A day drunk with the nectar of slowness weaves its way between the years to find itself at the flophouse of night to sleep and be seen no more.   Will I be less dead because I wrote this poem

Poetry Ptuesday: In This Story by Caitlyn Siehl

in this story, your mother isn’t the villain. in this story, you find a way to pick the lock, to wake up, to climb out of the tower yourself. in this story, you’re angry. in this story, you meet a

Poetry Ptuesday: Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell

Poetry Ptuesday: The Night Migrations by Louise Gluck

This is the moment when you see again the red berries of the mountain ash and in the dark sky the birds’ night migrations. It grieves me to think the dead won’t see them– these things we depend on, they

Poetry Ptuesday: The Thing Is by Ellen Bass

to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its

Poetry Ptuesday: The Morning after I Killed Myself by Meggie Royer

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up. I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice

Poetry Ptuesday: Hurry by Marie Howe

“Honey I’m sorry I keep saying Hurry–”

Poetry Ptuesday – Sculptor of Tyana by Cavafy (Translated by Rae Dalven)

“They must be made so light that / their bodies, their feet, must clearly show / they do not tread the earth, but run on the sea.

Poetry Ptuesday – Instead of Killing Yourself by Derrick C. Brown

“Instead of killing yourself / wait until / a year from now”

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