And to Epistemic Literary for nominating my poem "There Will Be Warnings."
These are my first Pushcart nominations (and both came on the same weekend). Thank you!
And to Epistemic Literary for nominating my poem "There Will Be Warnings."
These are my first Pushcart nominations (and both came on the same weekend). Thank you!
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“The Purpose of Trees” is a gorgeous poem that speaks to the everlasting nature of trees juxtaposed against human ephemerality.
Check out James’s beautiful writing over at the site!
“The Purpose of Trees” is a gorgeous poem that speaks to the everlasting nature of trees juxtaposed against human ephemerality.
Check out James’s beautiful writing over at the site!
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to hear late-at-night voices
through open windows
and realize those rooms
are still out there."
#TodaysPoem #poetry
Some Rooms are Prayers by @jameslilliefors.bsky.social (2024 Amethyst Review) tinyurl.com/ykrdy6f4
to hear late-at-night voices
through open windows
and realize those rooms
are still out there."
#TodaysPoem #poetry
Some Rooms are Prayers by @jameslilliefors.bsky.social (2024 Amethyst Review) tinyurl.com/ykrdy6f4
Remember JFK, slain on this day in 1963, with his magnificent speech on the political power of art:
Remember JFK, slain on this day in 1963, with his magnificent speech on the political power of art:
I found in nature. What others found
in human love, I found in nature.
Very simple. But there was no voice there.
Winter was over...
Come to me, said the world. I was standing
in my wool coat at a kind of bright portal"
Louise Glück
Friedrich, The Garden Terrace. 1798
I found in nature. What others found
in human love, I found in nature.
Very simple. But there was no voice there.
Winter was over...
Come to me, said the world. I was standing
in my wool coat at a kind of bright portal"
Louise Glück
Friedrich, The Garden Terrace. 1798