Poetic Medicine

By John Welwood  Sit down wherever you are And listen to the wind singing in your veins. Feel the love, the longing, the fear in your bo...

By Taryn Renee Nasis There, growing at an alarming rate, was a snail, clinging to the bowl, half in and half out of the water, black as a ...

By Moya Cannon  Every day they are dropped off at Classic Hair Designs, sometimes in taxis, sometimes by daughters, often by middle-ag...

By Greg Bisendine  An artist reacts to artists reacting to AIDS in America.  Thank God the AIDS crisis is over, thank God it’s a problem...

By Shane Koyczan When I was a kid I used to think that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing I thought they were both pork c...

By Dominique Christina  We become poets in an attempt to tether words to righteousness' Our notebooks to social consciousness. Sitti...

By Audre Lorde For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us...

By Allen Ginsberg Socialist snow on the streets Socialist talk in the Maverick bookstore Socialist kids sucking socialist lollipops Soc...

By Carol Ann Duffy Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper. It promises light like...

By Phillip Lopate we who are your closest friends feel the time has come to tell you that every Thursday we have been meeting as a g...

By Langston Hughes Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you c...

By Norman B. Colp  Overslept.  So tired.  If late, Get fired.  Why bother?  Why the pain?  Just go home.  Do it again. T...

By John Tustin The loneliness gets to be like a friend who stays at the party too long: I resent him, I want him to go home. But I k...

By Lawrence Ferlinghetti I am waiting for my case to come up    and I am waiting for a rebirth of wonder and I am waiting for someo...

By Ren Jender In high school the only legal place to listen to decent music was art class.“I like David Bowie”, my friend Shirley opined t...

By Geffrey Davis  My father held the unspoken version of this story along the bridge of his shoulders: This is how we face and cast to t...

By Lucille Clifton i am running into a new year and the old years blow back like a wind that i catch in my hair like strong fingers li...

By JoyAnne O'Donnell I always felt the summer was blessed with fruit with flowers that color and scent our hunger for life ou...

By Langston Hughes The instructor said, Go home and write a page tonight. And let that page come out of you-- Then, it will be true. ...

By Susan Cooper And so the Shortest Day came and the year died And everywhere down the centuries of the snow-white world Came people sin...