Category: Poetry

I am preoccupied with words,with mixing them up, getting them a little wrong to surprise, in order for the reader to forget she is mortal for one split second.

I as a poet and an impartial observer try staying in the fullness of the ‘beautiful’ where I gather. I can’t lose it. It’s too scarce to be lost.

For me, beauty is looking out my window and finding the harmony of the world. It’s staring into my love’s eyes as my mind floods with memories of our past, our dreams of the future. It’s gazing into the mirror at my own face and finding joy. We have to explore, redefine, and reclaim beauty for ourselves.

Carol Smallwood – Two Poems What Does it Mean?“It is what it is” a clerk replied to my...

Beauty is circular and generative, vigorous and fertile, the soil from which springs more beauty, which then in turn drops its seeds.