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Maggie Devers

The divine feminine loves to find trouble and commune To cannonball into the pool just to make waves And feel the splash back

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The garden path and all that jazz

Anisha SenGupta Yanger

Often enough, the ziplock splits the bones …

The Coliseum

Edgar Allan Poe 1809 – 1849

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary Of lofty contemplation left to Time By buried centuries of pomp and power! At length—at length—aft…

St. Pancras Station, August 1915

Vera Brittain 1893 – 1970

One long, sweet kiss pressed close upon my lips, One moment's rest on your swift-beating heart, And all was over, for the hour had come…

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.

May 19 - Fides, Spes by Willa Cather

May 20 - Love by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

May 21 - Storm Chaser by Melani…

Spring Storm

William Carlos Williams 1883 – 1963

The sky has given over its bitterness. Out of the dark change all day long rain falls and falls as if it would never end. Still the snow keeps …

The Visionary

Emily Brontë 1818 – 1848

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze That whirls the wildering …

During this year's lunar eclipse

Maggie Devers

I misplaced my shot glass And over-poured my negronis Or what's it called with port instead of vermouth? It doesn't really matter. We floated on togeth…

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Her poetry book: Bread and Bone

Storm Chaser

Melanie Hess

last week the riverbed cracked, its veins like autu…

Love

Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1806 – 1861

We cannot live, except thus mutually We alternate, aware or unaware, The reflex act of life: and when we bear Our virtue onward most impulsively, Most full…

Fides, Spes

Willa Cather 1873 – 1947

Joy is come to the little Everywhere; Pink to the peach and pink to the apple, White to the pear. Stars are come to the dogwood, Ast…

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.

May 12 - We never know how high we are (1176) by Emily Dickinson

May 13 - The Dream by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Dewdrops

Myra Viola Wilds

Watch the dewdrops in the morning, Shake their little diamond heads, Sparkling, flashing, ever moving, From their silent little beds. See the grass! Each blade is bri…

Verse for a Certain Dog

Dorothy Parker 1893 – 1967

Such glorious faith as fills your limpid eyes, Dear little friend of mine, I never knew. All-innocent are you, and yet all-wise. (For …

Brood

Maggie Devers

The three hens at my daughter’s school Are oblivious to egg prices Concerned with lunch scraps And the stray termite And their stair perch when the sun dips low I wonder how they…

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Her poetry books:

The Marilyn Rising: Letters to Marilyn

The Scorpio Rising

Letter #14 of 36 from The Marilyn Risin…

The Dream

Edna St. Vincent Millay 1892 – 1950

Love, if I weep it will not matter, And if you laugh I shall not care; Foolish am I to think about it, But it is good to feel you there. Love, in …

We never know how high we are (1176)

Emily Dickinson 1830 – 1886

We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies— The Her…

Here’s your recap of this week’s poems plus one new poem to carry us into the week ahead.

May 5 - How often we greet each other with worries by Maggie Devers

May 6 - Renewal of Strength by Frances El…

What the Thrush Said

John Keats 1795 –1821

O Thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind, Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm tops ’mong the freezing stars, To thee the…