My Favorite Poems

Photos by Rosemary Gilliat Eaton (1919 - 2004), via Paul Seesequasis

Women participating in the unloading of a Hudson Bay Company barge at Apex, Frobisher Bay, NWT (now Iqaluit, Nunavut), 1960

Two daughters of fishermen, Ungava Bay, QC

Artist Kenojuak Ashevak and her son, Cape Dorset, 1960

Two children wearing parkas, 1960

in the night garden

Olena Kalytiak Davis, Shattered Sonnets, Love Cards, and Other Off and Back Handed Importunities

Sharon Olds, True Love

Stephen Crane, In The Desert

Cameron Awkward-Rich, Meditations in an Emergency

ANTIGONE: The fields were wet. They were waiting for something to happen. The whole world was breathless, waiting. I can’t tell you what a roaring noise I seemed to make alone on the road. It bothered me that whatever was waiting, wasn’t waiting for me.

Jean Anouilh, Antigone

Etel Adnan, The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage

I’m trying to give you everything I have. But I can’t find it; I can’t find it yet.

Alice Notley, In The Pines

Anne Carson, Plainwater: Essays and Poetry

& if I were to forgive you (& I know I could)

who would be left

who would be left

to forgive me?

Hieu Minh Nguyen, Afterwards

Mahmoud Darwish, Mural

Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost

“You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only / the sun has come this close, only the sun.”

Shauna Barbosa, GPS

Mahmoud Darwish, Mural

Forough Farrokhzad, Another Birth

repetition in poetry // part i

dream companions side b

They regret getting office jobs

— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)/ — Robert Frost, The Complete Poems; “My November Guest,”/ — Ellis Nightingale/ — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, or, The Modern Prometheus, chapter V. / — Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)/ — Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait Through Letters/ — Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex/ Albert Camus , “The Plague”/ — Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights/ — William Shakespeare, The Tragedy of Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

it’s so true that the greatest weapon against nihilism and existential despair is to find joy in the mundane and never stop chasing after love

"Danger! Do not pick those mushrooms!" Soviet health poster.

moonlight, 2020.