For the weary bodies transformed into joy by the timber of their lover’s call on that first night of emancipation.
Below are a few public personalities who lived with cancer and boldly shared that journey through art, philanthropy, community, and raising awareness. Click the photo and follow the link to learn more about their work and lives.
A funny thing happened on the way to Maine to read a poem. I ran over a blown-out tire on I-95 somewhere in New Hampshire. The slight impact bent part of my front fender. Of course this happened a few hours before I was to participate in a poetry reading hosted by WAVE (Writers and Authors for Visceral Entertainment) for the Belfast Art Walk. Luckily, I was two highway exits away from the amazing service team at Starkey Ford that… Keep Reading
“Girl in Pink, Refugee Camp” by Lori Schreiner (Oil on Paper) © Save the Children, Photo of Lori’s painting by Jessica Weitz My poem “How to shave your head after the first chemotherapy cycle” in American Poetry Journal’s December issue #15. About The American Poetry Journal Journal & Poetry Editor: Theresa Senato Edwards Assistant Poetry Editor: Hannah Craig Book Reviewer: Carolee Bennett Founding Editor: J.P. Dancing Bear Contact: firstname.lastname@example.org Website: https://www.apjpoetry.org/
Cur-sed is the barren Cur-sed is the fertile There is no lasting fruit in the Republic of Gilead
Haiku #14 Hiding in the tall grass: Your red Obi sash and my tortoiseshell comb.
Haiku #13 Green looping vine, Japanese Honeysuckle climbs toward hot sky.
Kimono tossed over shoji screen. “Lover, draw down the rattan shade.”
Haiku #11 Pregnant ingénue. Leading man twice her age disposed of the body.
After the Egg Hunt I gave him the lavender ribbon from my hat in exchange for a kiss, hard boiled egg dyed gold. “Made it special for ya,” he said, pointing to the gilded treat laid on bed of green shredded paper lining the bottom of a white hand basket. Sitting on the porch, legs crossed windows open so mama can hear the call of birds and bees: his mouth earnest, to my ear dripping honey, thick shadow of midday… Keep Reading