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Poetry from Aotearoa/New Zealand 7–Bernadette Hall’s ‘Miriama’
miriama i. On crossing the border, I alwayschange my name. A simple precaution& you to guard my back Maheno, MonteCristo, Waianakarua, Mt Misery & allthe wildflowers …
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…To End All Wars (by Laura Orem)
On October 13, 1915, during the Battle of Loos, Captain Charles Hamilton Sorley was shot through the head by a sniper. He was 20 years old. He had enlisted out of Oxford for whatever…
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Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow
I am bald. Well, not completely bald. More accurately, I have “male-pattern baldness,” which means I still have goo gobs of hair on the sides and in back, but the front reflects…
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“It’s like . . . it’s like . . . I don’t know WHAT it’s like”: On the Limitations of Metaphor (by Brian Brodeur)
Thanks very much to Jim Cummins, Stacey Harwood, and BAP for inviting me to share a few thoughts on poetry this week. I’m honored. I have four posts lined up: three micro-essays and a…
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MCMXIV, by Philip Larkin
Those long uneven linesStanding as patientlyAs if they were stretched outsideThe Oval or Villa Park,The crowns of hats, the sunOn moustached archaic facesGrinning as if it were allAn August Bank Holiday lark; And the…
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Weatherly’s Words: A Tribute to Tom Weatherly by Rosanne Wasserman
Some time around July 15, we lost Tom Weatherly; his heart gave out. His fiancee Linda Murphy hadn’t heard from him in a few days; no one had—where were all his phone calls,…
