poet http://mtpr.org en "This Morning" http://mtpr.org/post/morning <p>“Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?”<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; – Roethke<br /><br />It’s time. It’s almost too late.<br />Did you see the magnolia light its pink fires?<br />You could be your own, unknown self.<br />No one is keeping it from you.<br /><br />The magnolia lights its pink fires<br />daffodils shed papery sheaths.<br />No one is keeping you from it— Mon, 16 Jun 2014 21:20:17 +0000 Elizabeth Austen 20601 at http://mtpr.org "This Morning" "Beside the Road While Our Nation Is at War" http://mtpr.org/post/beside-road-while-our-nation-war <p>In our son's young hand,<br />borrowed from the ground in California,<br />five acorns glisten and roll.<br />"Dad! These could be bullets!<br />Will you help me make a gun?"<br /><br />His eyes look up into mine.<br /><br />"Or Dad! They could be magic<br />seeds! Will you help me make<br />a bag with a hole—so<br />they drop along the path<br />and grow?" I take his hand in mine.</p><p><br />"Little friend, we must decide."</p><p>-------------------------------------------------------------------</p> Mon, 26 May 2014 16:21:00 +0000 Kim Stafford 18047 at http://mtpr.org "Beside the Road While Our Nation Is at War" "Teaching Poetry to 3rd Graders" http://mtpr.org/post/teaching-poetry-3rd-graders <p>At recess a boy ran to me<br />with a pink rubber ball and asked<br />if I would kick it to him. He handed me the ball,<br />then turned and ran<br />and ran and ran, not turning back<br />until he was far out in the field.<br />I wasn't sure I could kick the ball<br />that far. But I tried,<br />launching a perfect and lucky kick.<br />The ball sailed in a beautiful arc<br />about eight stories high,<br />landed within a few feet of the 3rd grader<br />and took a big bounce off the hard playground dirt.<br />Pleased, I turned to enter the school building. Mon, 19 May 2014 17:00:00 +0000 Gary Short 18052 at http://mtpr.org "Teaching Poetry to 3rd Graders" Paul Zarzyski Compares Writing Poetry to Riding Rodeo Broncs http://mtpr.org/post/paul-zarzyski-compares-writing-poetry-riding-rodeo-broncs <p>During this program, <a href="http://www.paulzarzyski.com/" target="_blank">Paul Zarzyski</a> talks about and reads from his latest collections of poetry and prose, <a href="http://www.bangtailpress.com/steering-with-my-knees-by-paul-zarzyski/" target="_blank">Steering With My Knees</a> and <a href="http://www.bangtailpress.com/51-by-paul-zarzyski/" target="_blank">51: 30 Poems, 20 Lyrics, 1 Self-Interview</a>, both published by <a href="http://www.bangtailpress.com" target="_blank">Bangtail Press</a>.</p><p>Including:</p> Thu, 24 Apr 2014 12:19:00 +0000 Chérie Newman 18015 at http://mtpr.org Paul Zarzyski Compares Writing Poetry to Riding Rodeo Broncs Flood Song http://mtpr.org/post/flood-song <p>He wanted to hold back gas-soaked doves with a questioning glance;<br />he wanted the clock to tick, downwind from this gavel and pew,<br />from this leash, bucket, drainpipe, and mildewed cracker,<br />from the mind's muddy swan served on a platter with lemon rids,<br />from spiders scurrying over its bone-polished surface,<br />from crosshatches punched into its shredded time card,<br />from the desert near the tree line where the molting must have begun,<br />where crushed bodies heave warm, jellylife,<br />in the thicket at the foot of the wandering, Mon, 14 Apr 2014 15:13:57 +0000 Sherwin Bitsui 17615 at http://mtpr.org Flood Song "The Moment" http://mtpr.org/post/moment <p>In those days, Betty Crocker<br />always called for sifted flour, and so<br />in homes across America, women sifted.<br />When my mother's mother turned<br />the wobbly red knob, hulls and stones<br />jumped in the wire basket,<br />but by my mother's time<br />the flour was fine—<br />now women sifted to achieve<br />precision, purity, perfection.<br />It made the white flour whiter.<br />Then flour came in bags,<br />already sifted, and women stopped<br />making their own cakes and bread,<br />and didn't have time anyway<br />for sifting. But for a flicker Mon, 07 Apr 2014 12:43:00 +0000 Jane Hilberry 16196 at http://mtpr.org "The Moment" "Spring" http://mtpr.org/post/spring <p>Five first crocuses burst into bird-brilliant bloom<br />and suddenly everything flies: behind a car<br />ascraps of paper rise, two from a flock, startled dumb.<br />Some lives begin in abstraction; others end there.<br />If I find the child's fist this universe bloomed from<br />I will close it again as my own five fingers,<br />say worlds as one sentence, fit them into a name<br />for gold overwhelming finches, feather by feather.<br />With leaves returned, we still hear birds bu see them now<br />only when they fly. It's hard to see anything, Mon, 31 Mar 2014 12:42:00 +0000 H. L. Hix 16211 at http://mtpr.org "Spring" "Love Letters" http://mtpr.org/post/love-letters <p>Wow!<br />was written in the dust<br />on the beside table.<br /><br />The dawn and I blushed together<br />as your spurs<br />chinged<br />around the kitchen<br />as you started the fire.<br /><br />I stretched full length<br />on the cool smoothness<br />of the sheets,<br /><br />a kept woman<br />a woment longer.<br /><br />Within an hour's time<br />we'll be ahorseback<br />in a long trot<br />to some distant blue mountain<br />hunting cows.<br /><br />I'll carry your message<br />close<br />knowing there will come a day<br />I would give a year of my life<br />for that...<br />Wow!</p> Mon, 10 Mar 2014 16:12:42 +0000 Linda Hussa 15961 at http://mtpr.org "Love Letters" Crow Indian Culture in Poetry by Henry Real Bird http://mtpr.org/post/crow-indian-culture-poetry-henry-real-bird <p>Henry Real Bird talks about Crow Indian culture and reads poems from his new collection, <a href="http://www.factandfictionbooks.com/book/9780988316645" target="_blank">Wolf Teeth</a>. He also sings a poem.</p><p><strong>About Henry Real Bird's poetry:</strong></p> Wed, 20 Nov 2013 13:39:00 +0000 Chérie Newman 11367 at http://mtpr.org Crow Indian Culture in Poetry by Henry Real Bird