Short poems are Mark Holloway’s specialty as you know (Clipper). In October we see spiders of every size and color, we see their webs, bejeweled with morning dew in our mums, and we know there will be a whole parade of them (with their ghost and witch companions) knocking on the door to trick-or-treat in […]
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Motherhood
Another Texas writer today! Kelli Davis sends us a sleep-deprived struggle to find the meaning of motherhood in this very identifiable poem. Pay attention to the pacing. The questions and the edgy tone give the poem a plaintive note. As it goes on, palpable fatigue is tinged with some resentment, and the futility of the […]
Night House
More words from Texas writer Mariah Boone (doesn’t her name just exude Texas?!) on this the last night of September. If you haven’t read her other poems yet, try Packing for Day Care and Eclipse on the poemblog. This poem speaks of ritual preparation in the season of storms and it also speaks to the […]
Abide
Andrea Lani has taken us inside the heart of a mother watching her free time evaporate when her son shows surprising skill at bat (First Practice). Today she takes us several steps back and then brings us well forward to cast an eye to the arc of motherhood. Read this and then read her blog, […]
Nature’s Parade
It is no secret that nature inspires great poetry. It speaks to our primal side, takes us back to our origins, and enlivens our language with color, feeling, and energy. We are one week into autumn and in some places of these United States, the signs of the season are hard to miss. The leaves […]
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