Tag Archive | poem
Here are three newish poems you can read in this “confessional” online zine called work to a calm. They range from sexy to sad and to empowering. Maybe none of that. Maybe only some. https://worktoacalm.wordpress.com/issue-12-march-2017/poems-by-sarah-thursday/
I’m incredibly honored to be included in Marie C Lecrivain‘s celebration of National Women’s month featuring a different female poet each day. Included is my poem “I will not apologize”. http://alkhemiapoetica.blogspot.com/2017/03/national-womens-month-sarah-thursdays.html
A little delayed on announcing this time, but I am again honored to be sharing pages in another Spectrum anthology, What’s Your Heaven? My poem written a couple years ago, “Comfort of Cars at Night”, found its home here. Poets I am thrilled to be included with are Lynn Bronstein, Don Kingfisher Campbell, Beverly Collins, Mark […]
Here I am reading a few poems for the event I did a couple months back, Long Beach Underground. It’s less than ten minutes to play. Really, you can listen without watching too. Thanks to Sanjin Obi Malesevic for putting it together!
A poem I wrote in October 2014, “What I Mean When I Say We Can Talk Without Poetry“, is included in this lovely collection by Whiskey Fish Review. Some of my favorite poets/friends/people are included: JL Martindale, Kevin Ridgeway, Thomas R. Thomas, and Larry Raymond Duncan. Edited by Zack Nelson-Lopiccolo. You can view the whole […]
Write about important things things that move me things that crush me Write about hurricanes and avalanches the earthquakes of my soul It’s the grit beneath my fingernails it’s the cartilage in my vertebrae I am driven to expose it to pull it out hold it up to the light I am only the messenger […]
A poem I wrote for my niece to welcome her into womanhood.
Because I know he is home-seeking and hungry. Because I see the fragility of eight legs holding tight to porcelain. Because I once needed to be scooped up from drowning showers to sunlit window panes.Because when I was nine, I had to break into our motel room on a Friday night after church.Because my mom […]
Seas of us stretch like solar systems. On all sides she threads charcoal death. Space between stars is space between islands circled in gray. Here, even air sinks heavy into broken-hearted eyes. I swim from the island of highways and high-rises to the island of roadless hills. Neighbored only by sea nymphs and forever sky. […]