Michael Shay's Hummingbirdminds

  Posted Jan. 9 on Facebook by the poet. Ninety long years ago, Lorca was murdered by fascists. His spirit lives on.

I look to poetry to ease the pain I feel at the ransacking of my country's democratic principles -- and the destruction of our White Hou...

Poetry books arrived this week. The first was “In the Soup,” the second book of poetry by John Calderazzo. John lives in the foothills outs...

I've spent a lot of time in the 19-teens and 20s lately. A tumultuous time, even if you concentrate on one summer in America as does Bil...

How did the Dominican sisters think I could understand an Emily Dickinson poem, "I could not stop for death?" Sister Miriam Cath...

I salute the turkey oak tree in my backyard. It's a tough little oak. I was looking out the sliding glass door a few weeks ago and saw...

In my 5/21 post, I brought up a term: word back. Used in a sentence: "I want my word back." Words in my English language have been...

This comes from traveling troubadour and poet Ken Waldman: In Los Angeles the end of this month, my NOMAD co-editor, Rachel White, and I wil...

The title poem of Eavan Boland's collection "The Lost Land" always moves me. It begins as a confessional with "I have two...

The first anthology of The Nomad literary magazine landed in my mailbox yesterday. Unassuming cover with lots of goodies inside. Last summer...

I subscribe to the New York Times Online. Because I now live in East Coast Florida, I could also have the print copy delivered. But I alread...

The fog comes/ on little cat feet Thought of this Carl Sandburg poem as I sat watching the ocean as fog crept in. Cats weren't on my min...

August Wind from the South   The setting sun turns the sky red the west wind Pushes smoke from fires in Oregon and California. Red h...

I was thinking about this today as I went through some tests at the local hospital. I like the idea of a National Service Program for 18-21-...

  Reposted from a friend's Facebook page. Introduced me to a U.S. poet with Front Range connections whose work I didn't know. It bri...

I don't have a hangover, that's the main thing. Many prior St. Patrick's Day holidays involved drinking and then hangovers. Some...

My two sisters and brother-in-law from Florida had never been to Nebraska. To remedy this, I drove I-80 into Neb ("It looks a lot like ...

Chris and Annie decided to round-up boxes of books in the basement and bring them upstairs to me. Disability prevents me from diving into th...

I just received a copy of Ken Waldman's "Trump Sonnets, Volume 8: The Final Four Months." This is good news/good news. Another...

Every night before sleep, I call up the Poetry Foundation page and read the poem of the day. It's an eclectic mix, featuring classical...