Poets teach us about please

Oh, my. I was all set to end the National Poetry Month Poemapalooza with my dear sweet Billy (I’ll bet you are surprised); he’s been waiting here, patiently, beside me. But as I prepared that post, an email from Carolyn arrived, bearing this poem, with...

Poets take us on a journey

National Poetry Month is coming to an end. Our Poemapalooza will end tomorrow, the last guests leaving our party, continuing on their journey as are we all. Poet Mary Oliver prepares us for the ongoing journey, the one I’m already on, and you, too. Come,...

Are you waving or drowning?

Sometimes we give the wrong signals, not the ones we intended, or they are misinterpreted, ignored, turned inside out into something else altogether. I’ve had this poem in my head for a long time. Waving or drowning? Waving – or drowning? Too far out? Not...

Poems should always have birds in them

I went with my friend Donna to hear Mary Oliver read poetry a few weeks ago. It was the night Donna introduced me to a friend of hers who makes gorgeous felted textiles, the very friend who was wearing a felted scarf she had made, in just the right colors (teal,...

Cast yourself toward the outlet for someone

Sometimes it is life’s simplest of movements that provide our lessons, our poetry — if we are watching. The Space Heater On the then-below-zero day, it was on, near the patients’ chair, the old heater kept by the analyst’s couch, at the end, like the...