I'm joining Beverly A Baird & Linda Schueler again in a year long poetry practice. On the first Friday of each Month we, and anyone else who joins, writes a poem and shares it. This year the focus is going to be on using poems to inspire us.
Never get over making everything such a big deal.
The heart is a continuously open wound.
People who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.
I do the little each person can do.
It isn’t much.
A poem cannot stop a bullet. a novel can't defuse a bomb. but we are not helpless. we can sing the truth and name the liars.
In a pattern called a war,
Sunlight carries blessing
Wait awhile for love to come out of the darkness.
It's vast and endless and full of unbreakable hope.
Like the setting sun,
love comes quietly.
It’s subtle, takes practice.
It is unspeakable.
It is everlasting.
It is for keeps.
Make a list of ten things you love and celebrate them.
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy
give into it.
Dear, these are the things that count.
The Last Thing by Ada Limon
Host by Chibueze Crouch-Anyarogbu
Delirium by Lauren Oliver
Salman Rushdie from speech at at the PEN World Voices Festival.
2010 Interview with Ray Bradbury in The Paris Review