Man in the Street
Under a heap of hood and ice crusted grime a man alone, old in loneliness and years with blood numb, …
Under a heap of hood and ice crusted grime a man alone, old in loneliness and years with blood numb, …
I don’t pray anymore but this poem tempts me to start again… Have You Prayed? by Li-Young Lee : The …
The gift of tenderness given and received…
Originally posted on Amanda Baker:
I came without you last night; two fingers curled like parentheses between my thighs where I…
Black shadows, whitewashed walls of empty silos ripple under the ruins of the sun. A widow on the porch, gray …
Cathy Song : The Poetry Foundation.
This article is full of poetry, pictures and pathos… Landays: Poetry of Afghan Women.
Here is a link to an article about poetry from Afghanistan… http://www.esquire.com/blogs/culture/afghanistan-war-poems
Originally posted on sigrun hodne studio:
Not being convinced that art is therapy, I will again turn my mind to the study…
It is a small country. There is nothing one man will not do to another. The Visitor, Carolyn Forche In …