Hence the Name…
I published this (anonymously, for reasons that may become clear if you use the “Look Inside” feature and read the Introduction) a while back:
I published this (anonymously, for reasons that may become clear if you use the “Look Inside” feature and read the Introduction) a while back:
It’s when you don’t think–
in the hands of the One.
The church of everything–
it’s in the blues.
My poem “Night Gathering”, which is part of a series of poems entitled Gospel (to be published as a chapbook some time this year), is “Poem of the Month” for May on Cafe Aphra. Here’s the link:
http://www.cafeaphrapilot.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/night-gathering.html
At Play
Scene brings together
all that we have found.
Webs gone full star, sparking strands
in the crabapple tree with sun behind
just before suppertime as I played
alone: I was seven, earth
to sky, floating skin
of butterfly, each moment mine.
I knew my horses then, my horses
air and breath. They ate stillness
on the lawns, swallowed seas and came
with love to me and I was lifted along.
I made demands on clouds and they
I swear obeyed so that the rains came
when I called them. The tree
ignited; I was alone and it was all
I’d ever need to know before the shore
of time erupted and I was banished
from the house of leaves.
–Nancy Bevilaqua
Poet “eLPy” just posted her interview with me on her website, Little Face Publications. She asked some really great, insightful questions that were useful to me because they made me really give some serious thought to my poetry and how I work, my books, the way I’m raising my son, my relationship with my late father, and more! She’s also got interviews of other poets, book reviews, and her own work on the site–it’s worth a visit!
Here’s the link:
http://littlefacepublications.com/2014/05/interview-poetauthor-nancy-bevilaqua/
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