Martin Luther King Jr. Day I don’t have a poem for Martin Luther King Jr. Day. A separate post, with the poem of the week, will be out a little later today after this one. What I do have are…
Poetry + fiction + photos + other thoughts
Category: Photos
Pictures of bluebonnets 🙂 Bluebonnets! That’s not code for poetry, nor a poem title (yet?), nor even writing-related… I’m traveling and stopped to photograph some bluebonnets yesterday, near New Braunfels, TX. We parked in a grocery store lot and were…
The tropical stays with you, long after you’ve left the tropics
This book, How Heavy the Breath of God, is one I return to again and again for its sense of being simultaneously away while also coming home to oneself. The poems are arranged in a travel sequence, starting in tropical locations such as Ecuador and Guatemala and ending up back in the southern U.S., in Texas. While not necessarily literal, the arrangement does feel logical. There’s an outward to inward arc to the work as a whole.
“Far Off Mountains” makes both moment and memory
Sometimes what a poem does is remind us of a mood or moment. It conjures up our own memories even if we do not have enough information to understand the poet’s specific memory. The Ou-Yang Hsiu poem, “Far Off Mountains” from Love & Time, translated by J. P. Seaton, works this way.