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BY May 6, 2017

Witnessing the faint smile of her dying mother, the daughter of Haitian-Creole parents reflects on why she’s been writing about death and grief ever since — and the cathartic edge of the Book of Revelation and C.S. Lewis.

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"Anziano alla stazione"
BY December 12, 2016

Quando mi vide star pur fermo e duro turbato un poco disse: “Or vedi figlio: tra Beatrice e te è…

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Alicia Partnoy reads her poem “A Homespun Love”

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Alicia Partnoy reads her poem “Epitaph”

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Alicia Partnoy reads her poem “Testimony”

At a mass grave on the outskirts of Koreme in Iraqi Kurdistan, a woman mourns her brother and husband. Estimates of 60,000-80,000 people, mostly Kurdish, disappeared or were executed during the 1988 Iraqi Anfal campaign.
BY December 12, 2016

Alicia Partnoy reads her poem “Survivor”

“If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.” -Flavia Weedn
BY December 12, 2016

Adnan Onart reads his poem “Ramadan in Dunkin Donuts”

“If one dream should fall and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again.” -Flavia Weedn
BY December 12, 2016

Adnan Onart reads his poem “Ribbon Time: The Moment”

A young man from Islamabad, Pakistan expresses himself through photography and the poetry of Rumi.
BY December 12, 2016

Adnan Onart reads his poem “Al-Mir’aj”

BY December 12, 2016

Adnan Onart reads his poem “Morning Prayer”

BY December 10, 2016

From the delicate strength of the Bolivian cholita to the counsel of Master Yoda, timely glimpses of wisdom on honoring overlooked parts of ourselves and each other.

BY December 9, 2016

When going about our business, could we pay more attention to what we’re leaving behind for others in our wake?

BY December 8, 2016

David Whyte reads his poem “No One Told Me.”

BY December 8, 2016

David Whyte reads his poem “Stone” (Thobar Phadraig).

BY December 8, 2016

David Whyte reads his poem “Working Together”

BY December 8, 2016

David Whyte reads his poem “Everything Is Waiting for You.”

BY December 8, 2016

Derek Walcott reads his poem “Love After Love”

BY December 8, 2016

Listen to Ms. Alexander recite this poem with and without music. Which one do you like better?

BY December 8, 2016

Listen to Ms. Alexander recite this poem with and without music. Which one do you like better?

BY December 8, 2016

Listen to Ms. Alexander recite this poem with and without music. Which one do you like better? In our show she reads this after “Neonatology” and surprises herself with the appropriateness of the pairing.

BY December 8, 2016

The last poem of a longer work, Ms. Alexander puts this together with her poem “Autumn Passage” as an example of having those experiences of giving birth and the privilege of sitting with one near the end of life.

BY December 8, 2016

In this poem, Ms. Alexander says that the late Lucille Clifton informed her fluid approach to “a very deep kind of ancestral understanding… that moves us into the future.” Includes the audio of the poet reading her work.

"Anziano alla stazione"
BY December 8, 2016

We try a new drug, a new combination of drugs, and suddenly I fall into my life again like a…

Jennifer Michael Hecht
BY December 8, 2016

From The Next Ancient World Praise wild dancing in the kitchen. Praise sitting and talking to the doctor. Praise phone…

BY December 8, 2016

Jennifer Michael Hecht reads her poem “No Hemlock Rock” (don’t kill yourself)

Jennifer Michael Hecht
BY December 8, 2016

Jennifer Michael Hecht reads her poem “Men Wept”

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