Shock and surprise, in the blink of an eye. I'm still a kid myself! This twenty year old guy.
The newest imprint of A Midsummer Night's Press is Periscope, devoted to works of poetry in translation. Recently, I talked with Lawrence about this new imprint and his work as a publisher.
We parents now had to face talking with our children about death. Our kids have already suffered loss due to divorce. But this is just... so much bigger. I wanted to share this with anyone struggling with how to talk to a child about the death of a loved one. I hope it helps.
In the midst of chopping onions and digging unnameable parts out of the chicken carcass, before I'm almost late getting them to soccer practice I...
No matter how often we fall, the gift of wakeful effort allows us to find our way back to what is heartening and affirming, without denying the suffer...
The words, the images, speak for themselves, though they cannot speak for all those who live with Down syndrome. Still. It might be about how we perceive, what we choose to value, if we can live with and even see the beauty of asymmetry.
"It is difficult / to get the news from poems," wrote American poet William Carlos Williams, "yet men die miserably every day / for lack / of what is found there." And yet, we are seeing more and more efforts to combine poetry and reporting.
But poetry is at the heart of The Huffington Post's founder, Arianna Huffington, and it's at the heart of her wise and ambitious book, Thrive: The Third Metric to Redefining Success and Creating a Life of Well-Being, Wisdom, and Wonder.
While few hold hope that the Israelis will allow the reopening of the Gaza International Airport, there is ample evidence that the issue of freedom of movement is not a demand by one single Palestinian faction, but a requirement for a sane life by all Palestinians.
As a one-time stage actor, and lifelong writer, Todd Hunt graduated from Fordham University determined to tell stories similar to those of his heroes.
We share stories and rhymes about creatures who slither and fart. We laugh. He points at the illustrations. As soon the poem chimes to an end, he asks for another. I begin to read more slowly.
The sweet blind boy tells everyone who asks that the heart wakes slowly, and only our gentleness -- our willingness to sink into the depth of things and wait -- will let us see and make our way.
Perhaps you know his name from his book Jesus: The Human Face of God, or perhaps you know him as author of The Last Station, which was turned into an Academy Award-nominated film.
Excerpted from Full Moon at Sunrise ...
A few days after she passed, I had a dream of a woman, with silver hair, dancing with extreme joy in a white cotton dress. Maybe it was Maya talking to all of us. I can imagine it is her, dancing with the angels and saying to us that we are all connected.
In my writing practice, I often write poems that have been sparked by an image. Last summer, I came across Rebecca Chaperon's work, and was stunned by its weird beauty.