by Maxima Kahn | Nov 20, 2015 | Poems
Dear ones, what is it we are after on this bridge, in the frozen solitudes? What simple act of kindness will bind us forever? What is it that might solve us, absolve us? What radiant glimmering now gone? How shall we survive the tempest that swirls around our... by Maxima Kahn | Jul 17, 2015 | Poems
for Mary Oliver Everyone has their teachers, I think to myself this morning as I notice you have dedicated your small great book of poems to James Wright. We are all in each other’s debt, all filled with this inconstant music— inherited vocables, lost... by Maxima Kahn | Jul 9, 2015 | Poems
Feast your eyes on the gold and silver of the morning light in these trees, your ears on the rhythmic drumming of the woodpecker, the funny laughter of some little bird snickering like a mischievous boy. This is the balm of morning, its healing salve,... by Maxima Kahn | Apr 29, 2015 | Poems
“I can lean the flame in my heart into your life and turn all that frightens you into holy incense ash.” —Hafiz, translated by Daniel Ladinsky The poem is a prayer— tendril, wind machine, shimmer, plough— how we cling to the words, little paupers, poor... by Maxima Kahn | Mar 13, 2015 | Poems
This morning dried flowers scattered on the porch. One yellow dandelion pokes through a hole in the side of a metal can – humor irony beauty reclaiming the world once again – so simply. The day is cooler but has the warm dry smell of summer. The wind an... by Maxima Kahn | Mar 13, 2015 | Poems
The grieving and the dying just go on and on. It’s amazing what a life they have, this life of loss. Neither right nor wrong, this fucking heart. Who knew the story would be all about pain? Who knew you’d be asked to give everything, then give...