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Monthly Archives: March 2013
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: PRAYERS LIKE SHOES
FROM PRAYERS LIKE SHOES By Ruth Forman STAND why so afraid to stand up? someone will tell you sit down? but here is the truth someone will always tell you sit down the ones we remember kept standing PRAYERS LIKE … Continue reading
Posted in Ruth Forman
Tagged American Poetry, Feminist Poetry, Peace Poetry, Poetry, Poetry of Faith, Poetry of Loss, Spiritual Poetry
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The Pope is Coming! The Pope is Coming!
The Pope is Coming! The Pope is Coming! By Mark S. Unger This is CNN, and I’m a talking head on what used to be the nation’s top 24-hour news channel. As you know from watching TV news, reading the … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: ANDREA COHEN
THE COMMITTEE WEIGHS IN By Andrea Cohen I tell my mother I’ve won the Nobel Prize. Again? she says. Which discipline this time? It’s a little game we play: I pretend I’m somebody, she pretends she isn’t dead. (Today’s poem … Continue reading
EVA HESSE
Eva Hesse, paper collage, 9 1/2 x 6 1/8 inches (1959). Private collection. EVA HESSE AND THE COLOR COLLAGE FROM 1959 by Matt Gonzalez “Eva was a very good collagist, a great arranger; she could take anything and arrange it.” Ellen … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: IT BROKE ANYWAY
FROM IT BROKE ANYWAY By April Michelle Bratten THE SEE-THROUGH GIRL The first time Kyle punched me, he did it on the thigh. He said he imagined bashing my head in with a hammer on a quiet evening in the … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: GEORGIA KREIGER
By Georgia Kreiger: THE BOG (Today’s poem appears here today with permission from the poet.) Georgia Kreiger lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where she teaches literature and creative writing. Her poems have appeared in The 2River View, poemmemoirstory, Literal Latté, … Continue reading
