Something rises from river, the melt, mad movement over rocks spray of water grasps light and winter’s hard rim, last ice ledge, falls in. Is this grief? No, it is the river and you standing at its verge. Published on Red Rose Review, Spring 2015 Learn more →
The Privilege of Grief
It was easier for me to travel across the whole country and claim my partner John’s body than it was for Michael Brown’s mother to cross a few feet of pavement in Ferguson, Missouri. John was killed in a car crash in Montana while I was home in Massachusetts. We are not sure when [...] Learn more →
Wild Wisdom Series
I have started a series of poetic nature meditations inspired by the many wonderful photos I have. I’ve been posting them to my Tarot blog, but they certainly fit the themes of this blog as well. Periodically, I’ll let you know about the offerings over there so you can decide if you want to make [...] Learn more →
Crumbs
I had to disagree with Mary Oliver. The Writing Room prompt by her was: “Joy is not meant to be a crumb.” But there is so much in a crumb so I had to to defend it. And crumbs reminded me of the pictures of rocks and pebbles that John took when we visited Glacier [...] Learn more →
Virtual Show of Unstoppable Wholeness
February 13 – 26, 2013 in Gallery One at 1 Cottage St, Easthampton, MA & on-line here on the blog Reception: Saturday, February 16th from 5pm to 7pm with a poetry reading at 6pm The Artists Carolyn Cushing is a poet inspired by nature and slightly obsessed with cells, light, and the first flaring forth [...] Learn more →