#poetry

#poetry

If I were dying Thursday, this might be the last smoke bush I see. Its red hair on fire.

San Francisco's staycation guide recommends experiencing local highlights like the Beacon Grand hotel, House of Nanking's dumplings, and sunset cocktails at Charmaine's.

Poetry on the Bay Pt. 2 is a free spoken word event at India Basin Waterfront Park on July 25, highlighting local artists and community spirit.

"Andrea Gibson died in their home (in Boulder, Colorado) surrounded by their wife, Meg, four ex-girlfriends, their mother and father, dozens of friends, and their three beloved dogs."

He knows New York is just a state of mind Like Coney island, come to think of it, where the wind howls like the laughter of children.

My father opened up the book, found his Kipling, and read aloud, the way he would when he wanted to share something he considered amusing from that day's Wall Street Journal.

Poetry Camera is an innovative device that combines photography with instant poetry generation, using AI to create printed poems based on captured images.

I once met a man who made me scream. He carried a little black box of instruments and mumbled mumbo jumbo over my body. It was the mohel who circumcised me.

Told to put a light in my lamp, I turned from a daughter's work to take a tabular rock in hand... I trust in nothing near, hungering for the light of the leaf as it unfurls.

The event features readings from Shizue Seigel's collection, exploring themes of love across differences, followed by an open mic with contributors from various anthologies.

The Guardian's new video series 'Poems to remember' invites viewers to engage with poetry that resonates with personal loss, celebrating the lives of departed loved ones.

"And arts programming is really important for imaginative life," Taylor said.

Ben Jonson's extensive writings during the Jacobean Era not only showcased his talent but also positioned him as a literary figure second only to Shakespeare in influence.

Because to God must be given the things that belong to God, and to the world must be given the things that belong to the world, I kiss you with both lips, upper and lower.

You told me God wasn't real/ as we sat in the water in the dark that night/ I couldn't see your eyes but I could feel the anger/ in the water.

The book is about smoke and motherhood primarily as its two subjects. Once I realized smother is a portmanteau of the two subjects, it seemed inevitable as a title.

"I say, straight-faced, theatrical, my tone like someone's granny, half sugared even through the seeds. It's dumb, I know. I'm bad at this, inclined to leave it up to subtext."

At the Experience of Vastness panel, the complex interplay of feminine creativity was explored, showcasing how art reflects both personal and collective narratives of resistance.

The extravagant, impulsive act of giving that wraps up the night can stand as a metaphor for poetry itself.