THE POWER OF POETRY #29: A.M. O’MALLEY

THE POWER OF POETRY  — A.M. O’Malley I first found poetry when I was nine years old in a beat up paperback copy of Alfred Tennyson’s collected poems that my father had. One Saturday, when no one was around, I stole the book away to my corner of the back yard—a place where I spent many hours as a kid in the solitude that only-children … Continue reading THE POWER OF POETRY #29: A.M. O’MALLEY

THE POWER OF POETRY #6: “A POND, A STICK” – DIANE SEUSS

  A Pond, a Stick I just finished grading final portfolios for two of my poetry courses, here at the tail end of the academic year when teachers feel foul, ragged, bone-tired, and heartbroken. I have found myself wondering if poetry is in a losing battle with Kim Kardashian’s ass and everything it represents. By now, even her ass is a distant memory. The image … Continue reading THE POWER OF POETRY #6: “A POND, A STICK” – DIANE SEUSS

THE POWER OF POETRY #5 – TONGO EISEN-MARTIN

  The Power of Poetry Tongo Eisen-Martin Poetry does as much as the reader is ready for. Does as much as the writer can walk through her or his walls. Therefore poetry is every stitch of an expanding universe; every stitch of an expanding universe speaking for itself. Or therefore poetry is a song you decide to sing to yourself some other time. The revolution … Continue reading THE POWER OF POETRY #5 – TONGO EISEN-MARTIN

THE POWER OF POETRY #3: JENNY DRAI

  “The Power of Poetry” by JENNY DRAI 1. I remember the poem that made me want to be a poet—it was Paul Celan’s “Night Ray” (“Nachtstrahl”) from Poppy and Memory. (I first encountered Celan as an undergraduate German major. Up to that point, I had written almost exclusively fiction and my grand plan in life was to become a world-famous novelist, preferably by the … Continue reading THE POWER OF POETRY #3: JENNY DRAI

POWER OF POETRY #2 – EBONY STEWART

    “Power of Poetry” by EBONY STEWART I remember being eight or nine when my parents finally got divorced. Or should I say, when my mother finally gathered all her strength to leave my father. She took us with her. I wasn’t sad, I knew they shouldn’t be together. I knew my mother deserved someone better for her and us girls. For the next … Continue reading POWER OF POETRY #2 – EBONY STEWART