Poetic Medicine

By Yehuda Amichai How we made love in the memorial forest for the Shoah dead and we remembered only ourselves from the night before! The...

By Juanita Rey He lies back on the couch, lights a cigarette. That’s one more reason why this is not my place. I would never allow smoking. ...

By Cassandra Lease  From the stars of old we came  And to the stars we shall return   Stars we’ll never see or name  Past all we’ll ever kno...

By Gregg Shapiro                                                                                               after Dave Awl   Sitting with...

 By Hal Sirowitz You’re both trying to achieve closure in this relationship, my therapist said. You want to marry her. She wants to break up...

By Amanda Gorman  There’s a poem in this place— in the footfalls in the halls in the quiet beat of the seats. It is here, at the curtain of ...

By Carl Wendell Hines Jr.  Now that he is safely dead, Let us praise him. Build monuments to his glory. Sing Hosannas to his name. Dead...

 By Dennis Gould  remember to welcome visitors  keep an open house for visitors  friends and strangers need a bed  hitch-hikers and wanders ...

By Adrienne Rich There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill and the old revolutionary road breaks off i...

By Virginia Satir  In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me  Everything that comes out of me is authentically me Because I al...

By Jay Sizemore  The purpose of dissent is to speak for tomorrow, to fight for what’s true, convincing others to follow you to a futur...

By George Stevenson Masked, I walk South from my sanctuary, steps on leaden cement, gray mantle overhead quieting my spirit, one foot in fro...

By Sara Borjas  We were walking down 1st St—a street I’ve only been down twice this being the second time I’ve felt seen by a woman I wanted...

By Peter Kahn Robert’s not coming in , my boss tells me. I’m sitting sweating in a windowless office, a stack of résumés eye-balling me, ...

By Robinson Jeffers The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses- How beautiful whe...

By Mary Mulvill I want to write about starting over. About how the outgoing tide recedes, almost imperceptible at first, but st...

By Kitty O’Meara And the people stayed home. And they listened, and read books, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played gam...

By Jericho Brown  Dubbed undetectable, I can’t kill The people you touch, and I can’t Blur your view Of the pansies you’ve planted Out...

By Jessica Salfia In these uncertain times as we navigate the new normal Are you willing to share your ideas and solutions? As you know...

By Adam Clay Today I wonder who moved the high steeples of my childhood, knowing there's a twist at the end of the answer because...