The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book, Ted Kooser
Medicine for your brain, heart, and creative eye.
Becoming a Poet, Susan Browne
“I tried to explain what I saw. It’s your imagination, said my father. The fish swam like brilliant magicians toward the window. Then they were gone. My parents didn’t know death like I did. Or the fish, their strange beauty my secret.”
Oracle, Duriel E. Harris
“androgyne girl, sometimes I dream everywhere there are owls and flowers in waves of light resplendent the infant child who is all children skin to skin on my flesh downy head to sternum pressed in warm dreamless sleep as in my mouth an easy darkness rests where there had been teeth”
The Sea Chews Things Up, Cleopatra Mathis
“At my feet I found a grave of starfish, broken and gnarled among the fleshy snipes and heads. Every shade of death covered the sand. It looked hopeless in the pale day but for the birds, a congress of gulls, terns, and the rarest plovers, calm for once, satiated, a measure of the one law: this sea will claim it all— feed them, catch them, grind their complicated bones.”
