Thinking about Sylvia Plath as the winter darkness comes on

December 14th, 2006 at 02:12am Under Poetry

Like most women of my age who grew up aspiring to be writers, I felt the shadow of Sylvia Plath over me when I was young. When I?m struggling to…

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Winter Poems, a new About Poetry anthology

December 10th, 2006 at 11:12pm Under Poetry

We began with a choice few old classics on winter themes. Now we?ve posted the best of the new poems of the season sent to us by contemporary poets across…

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We begin our Winter Poems anthology…

December 7th, 2006 at 02:12am Under Poetry

…with a few beloved classics:William Shakespeare,?Blow, Blow Thou Winter Wind? from As You Like It (1600)Thomas Campion,?Now Winter Nights Enlarge? (1617)Emily Dickinson,?There?s a Certain Slant of Light? (#82)Robert Frost,?Dust of…

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Congito & Canaricita, Two Letters from Mexico by Sal Salasin

December 7th, 2006 at 01:12am Under Poetry

Sal Salasin, nasty loner, tasty poet, angry muffo, and now under the volcano with a Spanish vocabulary list and Mexico as lover: I love the Blogosphere when he?s in it….

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More competition deadlines just added to our list

September 25th, 2006 at 05:09pm Under Poetry

Chautauqua Literary Journal Annual Poetry Contest (postmark deadline September 30)Kinereth Gensler Award for poets living in New England, New York or New Jersey from Alice James Books (postmark deadline October…

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New title from the Poetry Foundation: Children?s Poet Laureate

September 25th, 2006 at 05:09pm Under Poetry

Since Ruth Lilly?s $100 million gift to Poetry (magazine, that is), poets, publishers & readers have been wondering what they will do for Poetry with all that money. The Poetry…

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Lots of fall & winter poetry contest deadlines

September 25th, 2006 at 03:09pm Under Poetry

If you?ve spent the summer polishing a poem or a chapbook manuscript or even a full-length collection, now?s the time to pack it up & send it off to one…

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Poem : After

August 18th, 2006 at 08:02am Under Poetry

We lie spent for long minutes together,

your head pillowed by my stomach,

and for just a moment I consider covering myself,

until I realize that your fingers are gently kneading my flesh,

needing to feel me,

wanting me to stay just like this,

defenseless,

and I begin to weep,

unable to reconcile your love and my shame.

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Poem : So damn me

August 17th, 2006 at 09:04pm Under Poetry

Wandering resolute
in solitude, I sought
serenity, an elusive,
almost palpable shadow
fluttering just out of reach.
Close enough
to gently dampen
thirsty lips, a sponge
soaked in vinegar.

So damn me for hunger.
So damn me for hoping for more.

Perpetual mourning dove
never widowed, swallowing
all I wanted,
all that could have been.
Choked by denial,
arms akimbo, daring
to still move forward.
No safety net needed
if only I could take
just one step.

So damn my selfishness.
So damn me for wanting to believe.

Horizon firmly burned
into my retina,
once internal whispers of ‘jump’
turn to angry shouts.
Feeling a fool for believing
but believing still,
I step forward
onto thin air.

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Poem : If only

August 13th, 2006 at 07:54am Under Poetry

If only …

I speak half-truths,
afraid to let the whole out,
afraid I’ll be swallowed
by past mistakes,
my usual missteps
but I find you know
what’s unspoken.

I look in your eyes and know
I don’t have to say anything
if I don’t want to.

You watch me closely
during silences, holding back,
afraid of being rejected.
Watching the storm
rage in my head
you swallow your words,
and kiss me hard.
You live there too.

You look in my eyes and know
you don’t have to say anything
if you don’t want to.

We are the walking wounded,
commiserating not with words
but with nods, sighs, silences.

We insist we are healed
as we try to distract
attention from our scars

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