A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths

The sound of falling rain had me realize right then that I hadn’t heard rain in awhile; I listened, made a cup of tea, tapped away the steeped leaves on the wide flat spoon that had been gathered from the teapot afterwards, as the tea bell sounded a second, and it was ready. I took…… Continue reading A Poem that Sings and A Song with Many Folds and Depths

From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference

Afternoon moment of rest, I took out the poems of hers I’d written and read one; I saw then in the corner of my eye the place of the sky I faced had changed color. She placed a little blush there for me to find, and so I sent up a kiss. early afternoon *Excerpt…… Continue reading From Sky to Earth and Earth to Sky, So Little Difference

Flowers of a Dream, An Affectionate Reflection

I wondered what I could give, somehow a little unsettled too; I’d wanted to give something to this author as she had brought me with her into that poetry cove awhile and has cared for me so tenderly with her poetry and presence. And then I saw these ending lines of hers from the introduction…… Continue reading Flowers of a Dream, An Affectionate Reflection

The Night Is Closing with the Sound of a Secret Periodical Just Found

Along with the chirps of birds, one that sounds like a little whirlpool and the other’s happily questioning reply, and the deep hum of distant cars passing by, I’ve found an article I’d not known of and again I wasn’t looking for anything new. A book I was saddened had been lost had suddenly fallen…… Continue reading The Night Is Closing with the Sound of a Secret Periodical Just Found

I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It

This is so beautiful, thank you. It makes me think I might paint some of your skies onto my canvas and with gratitude towards you! I would share this happiness.Last night, I finished collecting all of the poems of Flowers of a Dream by May Ziadeh in English and then I read through them all,…… Continue reading I Tapped Closed ‘Flowers of a Dream,’ My Heart Within It

Some Literary Criticism: Marquez

Are you trying to spoil me? Rose syrup and a rose sky to go with it. 🙂 * Over the weekend, I finished reading Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, a favorite book now as the first time I’d read it long ago I didn’t get it as much but knew…… Continue reading Some Literary Criticism: Marquez