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The Argentine Nightclub

It was after this recital

On the New York music scene

My friend asked me to come along

to this nightclub Argentine.

We didn’t take the subway

My friend, she had her car.

To somewhere down in SOHO

Not really very far.

I started getting nervous

As the entrance way grew near.

“Come on” she said, don’t worry.

“Just one quick imported beer.”

Now, my day job was in SOHO.

So, I knew my way around.

I’d never seen this…


Added by Fran Luke on August 9, 2015 at 8:30am — No Comments

My Prayer

My prayer is always whispered

At nighttime, or at play.

This prayer is always whispered.

It’s with me through the day.

My prayer had its beginnings

When young, playing on the floor,

Looking quietly sideways

For movement in the door.

I don’t think they want to hear me

Pray a prayer like this.

I pray for all their happiness

But, for me, something is amiss.

Dear God, when I awaken

Please, please let me be

The person…


Added by Fran Luke on August 8, 2015 at 5:36am — No Comments

The Voiceless

Toward the end of the Sustainable Development Goals discussions at the UN, Some of the people at the Overseas Development Institute started a Haiku competition in fun.  And it was fun.  As it turns out however, It made me realize I needed a different form to communicate my frustration with the Non Profit Industrial Complex.

The Voiceless

The voiceless they are dancing

Tonight down at the park.



Added by Fran Luke on August 7, 2015 at 8:26am — No Comments

I Wonder

I wonder how I got here

In this time and space.

And wonder how I came here

The condition of this place.

To know how I arrived here

I must look back to see

Where I gave up my power

My autonomy

There was a time we were equal

Partners you and I.

Now you never touch me

Or look me in the eye.

Here now looking backwards

With perfect backward sight.

I was just a plaything.

It seems your friends were right.



Added by Fran Luke on August 6, 2015 at 1:58pm — No Comments

Summer is Boring

He’s telling me summer is boring

While I straighten out his belt

He’s listed all his issues

Now telling me how he felt

“Summer is really boring

I have to work all day

It’s taking too much time, you know

I don’t have time to play.”

“I don’t have time to do what I want.

And when can we go to the pool?

We have to do something fun

Soon I’ll be back in school.”

I admit my mind was wandering

As I listened to his tome…


Added by Fran Luke on August 6, 2015 at 7:26am — No Comments

To The Guy Who Used To Follow Me

To the guy who used to follow me

from the subway to my door.

Why do you need to do this?

Why? Whatever for?

To the guy who used to follow me

from the subway to my door.

Even from the different stops

or as I walked home from the store.

I’ve seen you in the laundry room

And even in the hall.

You’re not helping me feel beautiful

Rather, vulnerable and small.

I’ve seen you on the rooftop

Leaning over, looking in.



Added by Fran Luke on August 6, 2015 at 6:00am — No Comments

Photo prompts for writers

I have new photo prompts for writers up at One Minnesota Writer today. If you are more inclined to work from a visual prompt rather than a word prompt, then this is for you. Please stop by and see what you think.

Added by Kathleen Cassen Mickelson on December 6, 2011 at 7:09am — No Comments

Poetry lets us know we're not alone

Our eldest daughter is turning 13. Unfathomable. Time has flashed by so quickly.

That also means that my husband is about to observe his 13-year anniversary of successful cancer treatment. Thank God. Thirteen years and nary a blip on his health charts suggests he ever had anything seriously wrong with him.

At the time of his diagnosis I was four months pregnant; and dealing with both - expecting our first child and watching Thom endure his many long…


Added by Karin B. Miller on June 1, 2011 at 9:45am — 3 Comments

Double-crossed? Poems by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 - 1950) is the poet all of us used to read when we were teenagers, the way a later generation of young women were thrilled by Sylvia Plath. 

The outspoken, unconventionally feminist and probably bisexual Millay was the most popular poet in America, the epitome of the…


Added by Alicia Suskin Ostriker on April 29, 2011 at 5:31am — 3 Comments

Loving the Mess of Life: "Midnight Feeding" by Daisy Fried

And now for something completely different, you have to read Daisy Fried (1967--). 

Daisy is smart, and funny, self-mocking in the nicest way, and in love with the messiness of life.









Added by Alicia Suskin Ostriker on April 29, 2011 at 5:30am — No Comments

Bliss in Solitude: "The Summer Day" by Mary Oliver

This is my favorite poem by the great nature poet Mary Oliver (1935--). 

Oliver’s poetry always is able to find bliss in solitude because she has such a keen eye for the life—and also the mortality—of the nonhuman world around her.






Added by Alicia Suskin Ostriker on April 29, 2011 at 5:28am — 4 Comments

Celebrating Womanhood: Poetry by Anne Sexton

Anne Sexton (1928-1974) is typically remembered as a “confessional poet” who wrote about depression and the impulse toward suicide. 

Yet she was also exuberantly life-loving.  This poem is inspirational for me because of the way it celebrates the female body and the way its joy spills over into a sense that all women share, in some mysterious way, in any woman’s luck—that we…


Added by Alicia Suskin Ostriker on April 28, 2011 at 10:00am — 4 Comments

"Homage to My Hips" by Lucille Clifton

Here’s a poem by the wonderful poet Lucille Clifton (1935-2010) that never fails to make me smile. 

The woman’s hips are free, and so is she.  Forget about what a woman’s body is supposed to look like.  Forget about diets and Vogue.






Added by Alicia Suskin Ostriker on April 27, 2011 at 10:00am — 6 Comments

Speaking to Social Conscience: "Poem" by Muriel Rukeyser

Muriel Rukeyser (1913-1980) is another godmother for all women poets.  

She wrote, “What would happen if one woman told the truth about he life?/ The world would split open.”  Well, we are telling the truth, and the world is splitting open.  The title of the all-time most popular anthology of women’s poetry, No More Masks, also comes form Muriel.  For me, she is…


Added by Alicia Suskin Ostriker on April 26, 2011 at 10:00am — 6 Comments

The Secret Life of Poets: Two Sides of Emily Dickinson

I can’t resist either of these two poems by Emily Dickinson (1830 –1886). 


Dickinson is famous for her reclusive life, but she carried on intense and often flirtatious correspondences with many friends. Early editions “corrected” her idiosyncratic style to make it conform to then-acceptable poetic conventions, but she is now recognized as a supremely bold, original poet—as great as…


Added by Alicia Suskin Ostriker on April 25, 2011 at 10:11am — 12 Comments

Five Questions for...Anna Leahy

This week's winner of our new "15K" contest -- which will feature the writer who referred the most new members each week from now until we hit the 15,000 member mark -- is ANNA LEAHY!  (WE LOVE YOU ANNA!)  SW Founder Kamy Wicoff asked her Five Questions...…


Added by Kamy Wicoff on April 25, 2011 at 9:28am — No Comments

Jan Beatty – "Red Sugar"

Jan Beatty – title poem from Red Sugar (University of Pittsburgh Press 2008)


When I came across Red Sugar, via recommendation on Amazon no less, I got angry that I hadn't heard of her sooner. I felt cheated that I had not known about her in grad school; I could have learned so much!  So, although she's pretty well established with three books published already, I think it's appropriate to include her work as the final post for the week because I love the…


Added by Khadijah Queen on April 24, 2011 at 3:00am — 2 Comments

Naomi Benaron - "The Language of Water"

Naomi Benaron - "The Language of Water" from her unpublished chapbook The Bones by Which We Stand


Aside from being a celebrated and virtuosic prose writer, Naomi Benaron is an accomplished poet who delivers a deep sense of awareness and social conscience in her work. She manages to make sweeping and beautiful the most painful of subjects, rendering cinematically the best and worst of the human…


Added by Khadijah Queen on April 23, 2011 at 3:00am — 3 Comments

Sarah Gambito – "Immigration"

Sarah Gambito – "Immigration," from Delivered (Persea Books 2009)


The speaker in "Immigration" is fierce and complex in questioning the nature and consequences of assimilation. The poem challenges simplistic definitions of immigration's legacy, whether for an individual or a country as a whole. In rejecting any assumptions that history is sacred, the poem is a dare and a scare and a middle finger. Its barbs are aimed at a constructed veneer, digging underneath the…


Added by Khadijah Queen on April 22, 2011 at 3:00am — 3 Comments

Ashaki Jackson – "Passing Pamhona"

Ashaki Jackson – "Passing Pamhona" from her unpublished manuscript Thus Are Our Bodies


Ashaki M. Jackson's background as a social psychologist informs her work, as does her interest in the ritual cannibalism practices of "diminishing tribes" in the Amazon and elsewhere. Her poems consider takes a violently unimaginable act and re-frames it, showing how consumption of the body becomes a consumption of grief -- not such a far stretch in this poem, and delivered to…


Added by Khadijah Queen on April 21, 2011 at 3:00am — No Comments

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