Lara Dolphin, Winter 2017

It’s hard for me to pick favorites from either of the two Word Fountain issues that I’ve had a part in bringing to life. But here is one that got me excited back when we first received the submission. I love when a poet takes something old, twists it around, and makes me look at from a new angle, makes me question the old adages and aphorisms and what we accept as truth.

There are a lot of marvelous poems by Ronald Wallace–“Oranges” is one of my all-time favorites–but I think this spin on a Wallace poem just might rival the original (Shhh, don’t tell RW I said that).  The poem is entitled “Time” after “Blessings” by Ronald Wallace. It’s written by Lara Dolphin and printed both online and in the hard copy of Word Fountain’s 2017 winter edition.

Head over to our Submissions page if you have short fiction or poems to send to us for the spring-summer issue. There are only 7 more days to the deadline on March 31st!

Source: Lara Dolphin, Winter 2017

Two Love Poems by Derek Walcott

You might question my designation of this first poem as a love poem but I would counter that a poem need not mention the word “love” to be a love poem. To be precise, though, one might call it a lovelorn poem or a writer’s poem about love and loss. From someone who lives in the Northeast, watching the snow not quite melting on this day before spring, it seems the perfect choice to mourn his passing this weekend.

It’s called “In the Village,” and perhaps the fact that I had the joy and honor of reading with the poets of 2 Bridges Review in the East Village less than two weeks ago, is another reason it resonates so deeply with me today. The text can be found here.

The second poem is one that I recorded before but I was not happy with it. Even this time, I question myself about how I stressed certain words and not others. But I always do that when I read the work of other poets and each reading is its own interpretation. You can find many interpretations on YouTube and elsewhere online of this poem called “Love After Love.”

In the Village

Love After Love

And now the poet and playwright’s book White Egrets sits beside me here at my table this afternoon and his book-length poem Omeros awaits my return on the shelf. The music and tone of his language I can only describe as luminous. We are fortunate that he lived to be 87 and brought so much richness to the world of literature. Read more about the Nobel laureate and his work here and in the following articles.

Nobody Knows, a Saturday Song

That title is a good argument for the clarity that commas can bring. But that’s a discussion for another day.

Today, I just want to pull you away from the news sites and have you cuddle up with me for a bit while we listen to one of my favorite bands. I know how stressful following the Twitter and Facebook feeds can be. And I know how torn we are between the need to stay informed and the desire to throw weighty objects at politicians on the TV screen. Every email in your inbox seems to imply that the world will end if you don’t do something right now.

“Nobody knows how to get back home . . . “

I assure you, there is some balance to be found somewhere between being a concerned citizen, engaged in politics, and just allowing yourself to enjoy what comforts we humans have fought for and remained engaged to protect.  And I know, like when a house catches fire, that some days call for more immediate and urgent action than others. But you cannot remain in the fight-or-flight stage for long Continue reading