Apr 1, 2020 | Current Ned Note, On Writing, Poetry
A Litany in Time of Plague (1600) Adieu, farewell, earth’s bliss; This world uncertain is; Fond are life’s lustful joys; Death proves them all but toys; None from his darts can fly; I am sick, I must die. Lord, have mercy on us! Rich men, trust not in wealth, Gold...
Mar 18, 2020 | Current Ned Note, On Writing, Poetry
Full Moon March 2020 Ted Kooser (former US poet laureate) The moon was in self-isolation, too, and wearing a white mask as it passed us in an aisle of the night, keeping a distance not acknowledging us. It was pushing a cart heaped up with stars, far more stars than...
Dec 6, 2019 | Current Ned Note, On Writing, Poetry
A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp, The very dead of winter.’ And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times we...
Nov 27, 2019 | Current Ned Note, Poetry
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke America, I Sing Back for Phil Young, my father, Robert Hedge Coke, Whitman, and Hughes America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in. Sing back the moment you cherished breath. Sing you home into yourself and back to reason. Oh, before...
Sep 27, 2019 | Current Ned Note, Past Notes, Poetry
Rosh Hashanah – Sept 29 thru Oct 1, 2019 published in Twig, Seattle Washington new year. Ned Hayes Rosh Hashanah comes this year on a day of cool wind, a breathtaking portent of winter taking the world, rude lover tossing the sheets away. in autumn the...
Sep 9, 2019 | Current Ned Note, Past Notes, Poetry
I Have Been Living by Jane Mead I have been living closer to the ocean than I thought – in a rocky cove thick with seaweed. It pulls me down when I go wading. Sometimes, to get back to land takes everything I have in me. Sometimes, to get back to land is the...
