This is a fantastic poem by Judyth Hill. Her website is www.judythhill.com. She gave me permission to share it. Ironically she wrote it many years ago, but it is exceptionally applicable today!
Tea in a Bombed-out Alley I stumbled on them in an alley while looking for a school. I had heard children’s voices, bouncing over a ten-foot wall. I never found the school, instead the Hamera family. They were splashes of dancing color in that brown, broken-down, rubble-strewn alley. Laughing and chattering, they smiled a welcome […]
This tiger shadows us, its low-pitched growl more like soft murmuring waves on shore over and over. peopledopeopledopeopledo Eighteen, just got his first job as a mechanic, too busy with his car to be a gang bro. Believed only in engines, souped up three before he was sixteen. On the rubbish-strewn street, under the hood […]
“[Travel] takes us out of ourselves and brings us back again—full circle—a circumnavigation of self.” From Voice of a Voyage by me. As a poet, of course I was interested in Pablo Neruda. I have read much of his poetry, the autobiography of his third wife, and various articles about him. I thought he would […]
In my culture (the United States), most people are “afraid” of poetry. This is not just my opinion, but the words of critics, the literati, readers who don’t read poetry, and many poets. In some ways this is understandable as much poetry is unintelligible even to literate people. For some reason, some poets write as […]