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‘To The New Year’
Everyday Poems

‘To The New Year’

New Year’s Eve holds a lot of promises. Whether you’re hoping to complete your resolutions and hoping for big changes, or just going about business as usual, January 1st marks the beginning of something. The start of a new calendar year, new bills, new paychecks, another school year, birthdays to celebrate. We are hopeful on December […]

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Everyday Poems

Tranquil Tuesday: Dawn

During the week, some of you get an early start for work or whatever else you have in store for the day. A poem like this one by Campbell McGrath reminds me that there’s someone — whether human or animal — who’s up at the same time, getting ready for another day. It makes me […]

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Everyday Poems – Tear It Down by Jack Gilbert
Everyday Poems

Everyday Poems – Tear It Down by Jack Gilbert

You know that feeling when you say a word over and over again, and all of a sudden it’s no longer understandable? It becomes an alien word that’s void of all previous meaning. This is actually called semantic satiation — your brain becomes so overwhelmed by words that it has to digest and start over. With […]

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Tranquil Tuesday: James Schuyler
Everyday Poems

Tranquil Tuesday: James Schuyler

James Schuyler, ‘Past is Past’ Imagine this poem as a self-contained moment — like pretending time is still when you gaze at an old photo. “Salute” freezes you for several lines and then pushes you right out of the memory . You realize the past is gone. You cherish it and you move on. If you […]

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Creative Writing

Treading water

“The Great Wave” by Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai The ocean’s waves pulse pulse against my body. The water is cold and unapologetic. You sit on the sand and gaze gaze at shells that might be treasure. You are sure that they are gold. I try to float float over the waves and back to shore. […]

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Lorca’s corazon

Cancionilla del primer deseo En la mañana verde, quería ser corazón. Corazón. Y en la tarde madura quería ser ruiseñor. Ruiseñor. Alma, ponte color de naranja. Alma, ponte color de amor En la mañana viva, yo quería ser yo. Corazón. Y en la tarde caída quería ser mi voz. Ruiseñor. ¡Alma, ponte color naranja! ¡Alma, […]

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