Photo by Andrés Gómez on Unsplash E. E. Cummings’ poetry is interesting. You read it and it doesn’t seem to make sense but then again, maybe it does. So you read it again and then again. Somehow there is a core of sense that slips in and out of your grasp. The words flow over you and eventually, you just let them. Some inner ear knows what it is hearing even if your mind doesn’t immediately understand. You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away– (Only you and I, understand!) You have…

Photo by Brooke Lark on Unsplash Joy Harjo is the incumbent United States Poet Laureate. She is the first Native American to hold this position and is from the Muscogee Nation. She is a poet, musician, playwright, and author. She says of her writing process “I no longer see the poem as an ending point, perhaps more the end of a journey, an often long journey that can begin years earlier, say with the blur of the memory of the sun on someone’s cheek, a certain smell, an ache, and will culminate years later in a poem, sifted through a point, a lake in my heart through which language must come.” The world…

Photo by Beto Galetto on Unsplash  Derek Walcott was a Saint Lucian poet and playwright who lived from 1930-2017. He received the 1992 Nobel Prize in Literature. Robert Graves said of him that he “handles English with a  closer understanding of its inner magic than most, if not any, of his contemporaries.” The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all…