A Seed for Spring Equinox
. . . till I feel the earth around the place my head has lain
under winter’s touch, and it crumbles. Slanted weight of clouds.
Reaching with my head and shoulders past the open crust
dried by spring wind. Sun. Tucking through the ground
that has planted cold inside me, made its waiting be my food.
Now I watch the watching dark my light’s long-grown dark makes known.
Spells brings together Annie’s most memorable and striking poems from previous books, along with previously unpublished and new poems. These intricate and moving “spells” bring readers to experience poetry not just in the mind, but in the body.
- Bringing the Magic of Poetry Online Wed, Feb 4, 2015I am very excited to be coming back online to teach poetic form this month. I am continually astounded at how some basic work on meter can transform a poet’s work, opening up not only a whole new relationship with poetic tradition, but also a new relationship with many aspects of yourself, for I feel that each […]Read More
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- With Dark and Light, for the Season’s Night Wed, Dec 24, 2014In the season of the winter Solstice, the human world around us is full of light and color and also full of darkness. It is the texture of these contrasts that lends the season its poignancy and meaning. The glow of this time of year shines through the limits of human traditions. Even in the Neolithic monument […]Read More
- Who’s Writing the Real “Ballad of Ferguson, Missouri”? Fri, Dec 5, 2014On Nov 29, a poet named Shannon Barber posted an “Open Letter to The Paris Review” complaining about the poem that venerable literary magazine had chosen to publish under the title “The Ballad of Ferguson, Missouri.” “Right now just about every Black person I know is in pain, wrote Barber.” “We have to see on […]Read More