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By Sandra Cisneros Seek a pirul tree and sitbeneath immediately.Remove fromears and tongue,words.Fast from same. Soak in a tub of seclusion.Rinse face with wind.In extreme cases, douseoneself with sky. Then,swab gently with clouds. Dress in clean, pressed pajamas.Preferably white. Hold close to the heart,chihuahuas. Kiss andbe kissed by same. Consume a cool glass of night.Read poetry that inspires poetry.Write until …
A gorgeous, lush poem by Ada Limón More than the fuchsia funnels breaking outof the crabapple tree, more than the neighbor’salmost obscene display of cherry limbs shovingtheir cotton candy-colored blossoms to the slatesky of Spring rains, it’s the greening of the treesthat really gets to me. When all the shock of whiteand taffy, the world’s baubles and trinkets, leavethe pavement …
“Storytellers sit at the fire and tell an interesting story and then at one unexpected moment, as they tell the story, they look at you and you realize YOU are in the story, the story pertains to you, a light shines on you, something about you, and you are illuminated. Quietly quietly. Not like a hammer but like a glance …
Perhaps you’ve heard this quote, often attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt. It’s an excellent evaluator of the character of people, so I’m putting it here for your consideration: “Great minds discuss ideas, average minds discuss events, and little minds discuss other people.” Another Roosevelt, Alice, the daughter of Teddy, had these wise words embroidered on a pillow in her living room: …
BroadwayWorld has ranked “The Victorian Ladies’ Detective Collective” at The Public Theater in Lewiston, Maine, as one of the best productions of the year! “This witty contemporary spin on the Victorian murder mystery confronts convention, gender bias, and a serial killer all in one fast-paced, delightful evening. Directed by Christopher Schario, the mystery unfolded in a heady concoction of suspense, …
W. B. Yeats, ‘Gratitude to the Unknown Instructors’ What they undertook to doThey brought to pass;All things hang like a drop of dewUpon a blade of grass. This is Yeats’ poem in its entirety, written in the 1930’s. It is posted in gratitude to my own subconscious.
Bookcase-prop and real or fake bouquetbehind you, well-dressed only to the waistas if in a casket, top half on display,here’s another weirdness to be faced:you’re in the Gallery. You’re shown as oneof your own satellites—as if the sunwere both a planet and the Copernicanmagnet for all planets. Yes, I canundo all this and activate the HideSelf feature . . . where was that again? …
By Lucille Clifton won’t you celebrate with mewhat i have shaped intoa kind of life? i had no model.born in babylonboth nonwhite and womanwhat did i see to be except myself?i made it uphere on this bridge betweenstarshine and clay,my one hand holding tightmy other hand; come celebratewith me that everydaysomething has tried to kill meand has failed. Lucille Clifton, …
“After my daughter’s birth, I couldn’t take care of the house right any more. My husband told me a maid would be better than me, that I was crazy. He took me to the hospital for ‘observation.’” ~Carmen, quoted in Women and Madness by P. Chester, PhD. “My husband told me to get shock therapy, that my multiple sclerosis symptoms …