Category:Words

the shadow’s wink

Lea Orianne

i cuddle, gripping firm the pillow’s shrine a taste of acrid absence. love, not there. grasping still to treasures, that were not mine my widowed joy, now free of cherished care. the weight of threading sounds of now and yore,…

Oxherding Pictures

Eunice Flanders

Number 1: Bird Seeking Nest She, who is no longer living Under her mother’s wing, Who is flying in the wooded land, Between tree limbs, Through seasons warm, wet, Cold and dry, dips, dives, Rises, and rests. She is a…

Aristotle: Poetry

Taylor Brown

Aristotle believed that art is a form of imitation which seeks to represent life.[1] In his Poetics, he discusses his philosophical theory of drama, and determines the elements that make a compelling tragedy. These elements, according to Aristotle, are: plot,…

4 Poems

Safia Elhillo

Ode to Swearing
back home this is the worst profanity
      what men use when they need to curse . . .

Small Gifts: Writing with My Berklee Students

Eunice Flanders

I am privileged to teach music students, and as a writer, I think it important Berklee students understand the history and connection between lyrics and poetry. I start each class with either a poem or song lyrics, which I treat…

That’s What You Get

Mark Pawlak

Two truths approach each other: One comes from inside, the other from outside, and where they meet, we have a chance to catch sight of ourselves. —Tomas Tranströmer, from “Preludes” “Why do you want to go so far away to…

Dance Looking at the Sun

Robert Bensen

“The Old Ones who gave us these songs and dances said that when we do this, they will come and hear our prayers for help and healing,” Buck Ghost Horse told me years ago, inviting me as he did every…

Slither

Halle Wood

As sunlight peeks through the humid, foggy morning, I look out the car window to see clumps of fallen trees lying in odd, abandoned piles, across the road. Crippled branches, bent and contorted, reach towards the car like brittle fingers.…