"I wanted to read or hear the narrative of someone else – a woman and a poet – who has gone here and been there." (Eavan Boland 1944-2020)
From Sleeping to Waking The white ewer stands,like a mountain’s snowy peakin a pink floral basin.Once used for washing, shaving,now, an object of beauty, Paintings hang on the white wallsA bright red abstract, thickly oiled.A gentle portrait of a young woman,brown hair cascading loosely.Stars dance on her arms,full moon. Hanging on the door,a midnight blue [...]
Angel On High An angel came to me today, small and full of memories a hodgepodge of worn paint, and yellowed glue chipped on her edges and thick with the scent of my youth. Imperfect, old, barely there. You promised her to me when I was as small as her. Imperfect, young, barely there. [...]
Hushed Light pours down the unrelenting sky to earth ribbed and ridged with the tough stroke of Drysdale’s brush I track down words for hues and shades in books envy the skill of artist-explorers who forged new ways of seeing The cries of crows fall Through blues onto rusty ochres pulsing with raven dust [...]
Ho raccolto un’ombra quando salivo le scale. Stava giusto scendendo. Mentre toccavo le tegole ho perso un’idea. Rotolava avvolta tra i panni. Poi il vento ha smosso le fila: è scivolata travolta di vuoti. Il carro stava giusto passando. – Flatus Fluit Ad Fortunae Fossam – Ho appena cambiato l’acqua ai [...]
Notes on Salma Ahmad Caller’s process for the making of 'Den of Sibyl Wren'. The Den of Sibyl Wren is my response to Chris Murray's A Hierarchy of Halls published by Smithereens Press It is my response to words Chris wrote about how she feels about this poem, and what she sees in her [...]
