The sensuousness of a senior
mocks the confidence of a 20 year old body
When you believe the skin your are in
Is the skin that brought you here
And your mind gives you confidence of who you are
You know that wisdom gives real pleasure
The wisdom that knows chocolate dipped strawberries
Are way better than crackers and cheese
In bed.
I had the pleasure of sitting next to Emil Wilbekin, manager digital editor for the online extension of Essence. The occasion? The National Bar Association’s 30th Annual Gertrude E. Rush Award Dinner at the Renaissance St. Louis Grand Hotel in St. Louis, Missouri. One of these award recipients was Emil’s mother, Cleota Proctor Wilbekin, Esquire…
We can dialogue with objects and use them as our muses in learning more about place and ourselves in relationship to place. Several presenters at the Story Circles Network “Land Full of Stories” conference brought objects with them as prompts. In one workshop I attended the objects were displayed on top of a table. I…
A Good List (Homage to Lorenz Hart) Brad Leithauser Curves and Angles Some nights, can’t sleep, I draw up a list, Of everything I’ve never done wrong. To look at me now, you might insist My list could hardly be long, But I’ve stolen no gnomes from my neighbor’s yard, Nor struck his dog, backing…
Story Poems — Of And For The Families Of The World by Janet Grace Riehl tr”> Sightlines: A Poet’s Diary Dedicated to my mother, Ruth Evelyn Johnston Thompson Writers Read, Ukiah, California
Kathleen Norris (Photo by Gregory Yamamoto from the Barclay Agency) Telling a poet not to look for connections is like telling a farmer not to look at the rain gauge after a storm. –page 171, “Dakota: A Spiritual Geography,” by Kathleen Norris (my lineation for emphasis) Click here to read a marvelous interview between Homiletics…
Marvin Bell has written a fine poem on an impossible subject. In its sweep, yet anchored in strong, precise images that anchor the ideas that America was founded on…in its inclusion of family, of people who work with both hands and heads…for me, it’s a true poem—perhaps even a great poem—of the beat of what…