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Today’s picks are from New England masters, and are poems short in length but long on symbolism–life (blue bowls), rebirth (cherries) and renewal (robin), to name a few.  I also wanted to gift you with a beautiful bit of flash fiction centered around the same symbolism.

BONUS ALERT===> Click Alice Walker’s “My Mother’s Blue Bowl” to read the piece in its entirety.  And be sure to check out more work from Daily Painter Kathy Wochele, whose painting “Cherries” is featured above.



by Jane Kenyon

Like primitives we buried the cat
with his bowl. Bare-handed
we scraped sand and gravel
back into the hole. It fell with a hiss
and thud on his side,
on his long red fur, the white feathers
that grew between his toes, and his
long, not to say aquiline, nose.
We stood and brushed each other off.
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Silent the rest of the day, we worked,
ate, stared, and slept. It stormed
all night; now it clears, and a robin…


FULL TEXT HERE (w/ audio)

from Collected Poems (Graywolf, 2005)



by Andrea Cohen


In the minute it took
to fetch the blue bowl

from the kitchen
to pick the just-ripe

cherries, the blackbirdsFurs-Not-Mine-front-cover
had come. They picked

the branches clean, ascending
into their own blue bowl.

Lacking wings, I…


latest collection: Furs Not Mine (Fourway, 2015)