In Memory of Mary Oliver

In Memory of Mary Oliver

Poet Mary Oliver died today, at the age of 83. Here is one of her poems in memory of her life.   My Work is Loving the World –by Mary Oliver (Aug 15, 2016)   My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird – equal seekers...
Poem: American Journal

Poem: American Journal

[American Journal] Robert Hayden, 1913 – 1980 here among them the americans this baffling multi people        extremes and variegations        their noise  restlessness        their almost...
Poem: The Trees, Philip Larkin

Poem: The Trees, Philip Larkin

(used as the epigraph in my novel The Eagle Tree) The Trees Philip Larkin The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is a kind of grief. Is it that they are born again And we grow old? No, they...
Poem: Bumblebees Are Made of Ash

Poem: Bumblebees Are Made of Ash

Bumblebees Are Made of Ash Martha Silano (@marthasilano in Thrush Literary Journal) The day is a dragonfly hovering in the Timothy. It could rain for months before the sun goes down. An orange buoy bobs while a sparrow sings through a wall. The world smells of cedar,...
Poem: Ligament

Poem: Ligament

Last spring, I had the pleasure of spending an evening with Charif Shanahan at the AWP conference, when we were both invited readers for a reading sponsored by our publishers. I’m excited that his poem Ligament appeared in The New York Times Magazine in the...