Poem of the Week: “Waiting for a Poem,” by Lulieta Lleshanaku

Center for Poetry intern Arzelia Williams said this about her choice for this week’s poem: “I chose this poem in particular because of something Cindy Hunter Morgan said at our last Peckham workshop. It was emphasizing becoming a better writer and poet by reading more writers and poets. I thought about the poet’s approach toContinue reading “Poem of the Week: “Waiting for a Poem,” by Lulieta Lleshanaku”

Poem of the (holi)Day: “Wild Gratitude,” by Edward Hirsch

Wild Gratitude Tonight when I knelt down next to our cat, Zooey, And put my fingers into her clean cat’s mouth, And rubbed her swollen belly that will never know kittens, And watched her wriggle onto her side, pawing the air, And listened to her solemn little squeals of delight, I was thinking about theContinue reading “Poem of the (holi)Day: “Wild Gratitude,” by Edward Hirsch”

Poem of the Week: “Perhaps the World Ends Here,” by Joy Harjo

Perhaps the World Ends Here   The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.   The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.   We chase chickens or dogs away from it. BabiesContinue reading “Poem of the Week: “Perhaps the World Ends Here,” by Joy Harjo”

“Poetic Justice” is back and building community

  Everyone’s favorite poetry podcast returns for Season 2, exploring the power and impact of poetry. In the first episode of Season 2, hosts and Center for Poetry interns, Allison Costello, Estee Schlenner, Lydia Barron, and Amy Potchen discuss the importance of poetry and community building with Cindy Hunter Morgan, the Center for Poetry’s interimContinue reading ““Poetic Justice” is back and building community”

Poem of the Week: “Origin Story,” by Karin Gottshall

Join us this Wednesday as we welcome Karin Gottshall for our Fall Writing Series. Origin Story Lake Michigan dreamed me, I think, in the winter of 1969, its long currents combing shipwrecks and where   was my mama, then? (She was wearing a red muumuu.) And where was my father, then? (He was fishing forContinue reading “Poem of the Week: “Origin Story,” by Karin Gottshall”