Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye are just amazing. They’re not related – or dating – but they have been performing together since they were freshmen at Brown. They also run Project Voice, which has educated and inspired school children in thirty countries. They have been performing this poem for at least six years, but I … More Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye perform “When Love Arrives”
From an interview with Grace Cavalieri for “The Poet and the Poem”, recorded at the Library of Congress, December 2001. The music is “Quiet Nights” by Nate Blaze from the YouTube Audio Library and the photo is by Lex Sirikiat on Unsplash. Mixed by yours truly, using Audacity.
Let the people of God go singing. Let heaven and nature sing. Sing all ye citizens! Give back the song Which now the angels sing. Let the people of God go singing, Sweetly singing o’er the plains. Repeat the sounding joy Over the hills and everywhere. Let the people of God go singing. Sing we … More Let the people of God go singing
A summer sun stretches the pond’s shoreas clover repairs its ring-around pathand thousands of fireflies celebrate the Fourth. Many want accessbut poison ivy and vines crowd the banks.I must prune. A fall breeze wanders lengthening nights as pond-side trees go blaze to brown to bareand sandhill cranes honk in a graying sky. The water’s unclearwhile tiny … More The Pond
I walk into the woods alone.She says her chair doesn’t know her.He asks when teaching will get easier.They dare you to be your own self. Deer track, hummingbird, random raccoon,Ultralight, paddle board, flock of ducks,Dune grass, driftwood, alpine meadow. She, he, they — ideation, activator, includer —Black, brown, white — red, blue, green. Sustained dialogue, … More Challenge
It’s a beautiful night and we’re looking for something dumb to do. Give me back my wig, baby, let your head go bald. Don’t hold back ‘cause there ain’t no use. Show me how big your brave is. There’s a joke here somewhere and it’s on me. I just want to take you away from … More The “Happy Place” playlist: a found poem
(for Nancy) As I step onto the dormant country road, The neighbor’s manicured lawn mocks my to-do list. Graying skies and recently bared elms frame my stroll And I savor cleansing breaths of fresh autumn air. A few tiny birds and black squirrels are the only fauna.Traces of trees that toppled in a recent wind … More Walking prayer