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What If I Didn’t Write? A poem by Jen Lambert
What If I Didn’t Write? Lately, during my designated “writing time,” I find myself shuffling around the house in my slippers and rearranging piles of cooking magazines and lengthy utility bills. I take...
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Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I...
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Eating Poetry
Eating Poetry by Mark Strand Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry. The librarian does not believe what she sees. Her eyes are sad and she...
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Winchester Waltz
Winchester Waltz by Julie Henderson Everybody’s got a little bit of Winchester Syndrome these days. Sarah Lockwood Pardee Winchester married herself to the cursed legacy of the Winchester Rifle–the...
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Don DeLillo
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep...
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Passing Time
Passing Time Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of a sure beginning. Maya Angelou Filed under: Authors, Body, Inspiration, Literature, Mind...
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Counting Backwards
Counting Backwards by Linda Pastan How did I get so old, I wonder, contemplating my 67th birthday. Dyslexia smiles: I’m 76 in fact. There are places where at 60 they start counting backwards; in Japan...
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Phenomenal Woman
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms The span of...
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two hands
“ For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run their...
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Humbleness
“Standing on the bare ground,–my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space,–all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the...
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Quote…
“Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and...
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i like my body when it is with your body
i like my body when it is with yourbody. It is so quite new a thing.Muscles better and nerves more.i like your body. i like what it does,i like its hows. i like to feel the spineof your body and its...
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I am not eccentric
“I am not eccentric. It’s just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.” ― Edith Sitwell Filed under: Authors, Inspiration, Journeys,...
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The City
by Constantine P. Cavafy (1910) You said, “I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.Another city will be found, better than this.Every effort of mine is condemned by fate;and my heart is —...
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No excuse
Get your creative juices flowing… photo: Getty Images No excuse by Samantha Reynolds Don’t tell meyou are not inspired. That is no excuse. Creativity doesn’t land;it is earned. So wrench your eyelids...
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Derek Walcott
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the...
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I’ve found a home in you.
I awoke this morning with you on my mind… memories of how we met and how someday we’ll part… how I knew you were born for me right from the start. our girls, the miraculous shared, the mundane, the...
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