Poetic Medicine

By  Peter L. Flom A child is born. Whose child is this? He shall not know his mother's kiss. He shall not feel his father...

By Rainer Maria Rilke My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped by what we cannot ...

By Adrienne Rich Living in the earth-deposits of our history Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth one bottle ambe...

By D.H. Lawrence I like people quite well at a little distance. I like to see them passing and passing and going on their way, especia...

By E. B. White When  I am out of funds and sorts And life is all in snarls, I quit New York and travel east To Boston on the C...

By Sherman Alexie The white woman across the aisle from me says 'Look, look at all the history, that house on the hill there is over...

By Aaron Smith The woman at the DMV wasn't happy when I asked if I could keep my old driver’s license and use it to fight terrorism...

By Charlotte Bronte I've been wandering in the greenwoods And mid flowery smiling plains I've been listening to the dark f...

II. A gracious Sabbath stood here while they stood Who gave our rest a haven. Now fallen, they are given To labor and distress. These time...

By Archilochus Nothing to me the life of Gyges and his glut Of gold.  I neither envy nor admire him, as I watch his life and what he doe...

By Casandra Lopez My words are always collapsing upon themselves, they feel too tight in my mouth. I want a new language.One with at ...

By Hannah Senesh One, two, three Eight feet long, Two strides across, the rest is dark Life hangs over me like a question mark. One, ...

By Dawn Karima Pettigrew I decolonize myself by laughing. My soft tongue will break a bone, Bite apples of gold from settings of silver....

By Warren Woessner I'm going through the rack of men's trousers in the musty basement alongside a tall, skinny guy I don't...

By Naomi Shihab Nye People won’t leave Him alone. I know He said, wherever two or more are gathered in my name… But I bet some days He ...

By Nan Cohen Consider one apricot in a basket of them. It is very much like all the other apricots-- an individual already, skin and see...

By Claudio Roberto Veale the sublety of a word can befriend an ear the well-timed praise can open doors long-bolted but nothing clas...

By Marge Piercy The chuppah stands on four poles. The home has its four corners. The chuppah stands on four poles. The marriage stands ...

By Judy Chicago And then all that has divided us will merge And then compassion will be wedded to power And then softness will come to a...

By David Whyte Your great mistake is to act the drama as if you were alone. As if life were a progressive and cunning crime with n...