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SweetieThe cashier calls me SweetieShall I call him Hon?Sweetie does not roll offThe tip of his tongueHe needs more time at the mirrorRehearsing his words andSynchronizing the turn of The iPad in our directionSure, he works in a bakery caféAnd maybe I should be gladHe doesn’t address me as MuffinBut I know that Grandpa over…
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Thanks so much to the Academy of American Poets for sharing this beautiful summer poem by Nikki Giovanni. I came across it on Instagram just after attending the Mississippi Picnic in New York, and it so resonated with me. The Poetry Friday roundup for June 12th is at Linda Mitchell’s Substack, Another Word Edgewise.
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I’ve loved the poem “I saw Emmett Till this week at the grocery store,” by Eve L. Ewing, ever since I first read it. My first reaction was that of course Emmett Till should be still alive, of course he should be. “It is possible to write a joyful Emmett Till poem,” says Terrance Hays…
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Since it’s Memorial Day weekend, my thoughts turn to beaches, pools, and swimming. Our little great-niece loves the water, and we eagerly await her and her brother’s visit in a month or two. Bring on the snacks, flip flops, towels, sunscreen, and bathing suits—and sand tracked everywhere, of course. I chose Michael Simms’ poem “The…
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IA new term,The paths glow—the breeze isa rush of exhilaration.Leafy, muddyCambridge isstill quiet, buttheir wordsveer off the path.I just started the novel Tiepolo Blue, by James Cahill, which I bought because of the title and the swimming pool on the cover. The writing on the first page was so lovely, its phrases so descriptive that…
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Why I keep my heelsYou know what? I’m going to make the decision myself,I’m very inspired by “Twilight,”I don’t want a summer wedding,I don’t want to be sweaty,You’re right, it can’t last forever, It’s way beyond pretend,I have mad options, andThere’s only one Mary O’Shea.Susan Thomsen, draft April 2026. This poem and its title consist…
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Poetry Friday has come around again, and this week I chose Muriel Rukeyser’s “Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars),” which begins: “I lived in the first century of world wars.Most mornings I would be more or less insane”You can read the rest of the poem at the Poetry Foundation. Thanks to…
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Longtime Poetry Friday contributor Marcie Flinchum Atkins is celebrating the release of her new picture book, When Twilight Comes: The Animals and Plants That Bring Dusk and Dawn to Life. Congratulations to Marcie! She invited us to share a twilight poem or image, and I chose “Darklight,” by Rosanna Warren, from the Yale Review. It…
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For today’s Poetry Friday selection I chose Tiana Clark’s “My Therapist Wants to Know about My Relationship to Work,” which you can read over at the Poetry Foundation. Plus also, you can listen to the poet herself reading it, which I recommend. This post’s title is from one of its verses. I love how Clark…
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This poem by Essex Hemphill is part of “Poetry in Motion,” a collaboration between the Poetry Society of America and New York’s Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA). The program has been zipping along for more than 30 years, and I’m always happy to bump into the poems on the subway, commuter train, etc. “Poetry in Motion”…
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