A poem from Mike Ladd reflecting on time, memory, love and ephemerality
A poem from Mike Ladd reflecting on time, memory, love and ephemerality
The extraordinary life and work of Hilda Doolittle, who wrote under the pen name H.D. mirrors the turbulent events of the 20th century.
“Nigerian poet Wendy Okeke uses the dark recent past of political failure, youth angst, and government violence against its own citizens as a point of entrance in poems that resonate with sensuality, self-affirmation, and a continuous search for freedom.”
“Why are you acting like such a fool?”
I nod my head and don’t answer.
I could say something, but why?
Do you want to know what’s in my heart?
From the beginning of time: just this! just this!
Some thoughts on Basho’s spring poems, writings, and journeys, from Arthur Davis.
Poems and photographs from Michele Farinelli
I Remember . . .