40 days of poetry: Day 24: when faces called flowers: e.e. cummings
Day 24: A big thank you to Melanie Shank for reading today’s poem, “when faces called flowers float out of the ground” by e.e. cummings. This is an exuberant romp …
Day 24: A big thank you to Melanie Shank for reading today’s poem, “when faces called flowers float out of the ground” by e.e. cummings. This is an exuberant romp …
In response to the Covid-19 outbreak around the globe, Synkroniciti will be posting a video of a poem every day for forty days. If you would like to participate, please …
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People have traditionally turned to ritual to help them frame and acknowledge and ultimately even find joy in just such a paradox of being human – in the fact that …
This is what rituals are for. We do spiritual ceremonies as human beings in order to create a safe resting place for our most complicated feelings of joy or trauma, …
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I visit him a few times downtown while he paints. We talk about how he’s going to Spain for the fall semester and he shows me a painting he …
After a few years and two floods, I’m finally painting again. Nothing calms me down better than putting some color on canvas and seeing what crops up. The section of …
As he [Sir Malcolm Sargeant, conductor of the London Philharmonic] stood in waist deep in the shallows of Whaler’s Cove, the littler Spinners came drifting over, sleek and dainty, …
The villages were lighting up, constellations that greeted each other across the dusk. And, at the touch of his finger, his flying-lights flashed back a greeting to them. The …