Join 729 other subscribers Search for: archives. My neighbor sings like an angelĪnd at the end of my block is a basketball court. by Ross Gay Catalog of Unabashed Gratitude is a sustained meditation on that which goes awayloved ones, the seasons, the earth as we know itthat tries to find solace in the processes of the garden and the orchard. The skeleton in the mirror, the man behind meīut look my niece is running through a fieldĬalling my name. Stick ball, the purple okra I bought for two bucksĪt the market. The steel from my knees: agave, persimmon, Million naturally occurring sweet things, There are, on this planet alone, something like two But I love this poem so much because it speaks to my most hopeful self, the self that believes so fervently that amidst all this darkness there is so much life and light to be grateful for–not the least of which are beautiful words and all of you for taking the time to appreciate them alongside me.Īfter arranging that good suit of feathers I realize many of the works I selected this month (and for years prior) may seem a little dark at times. I want to close this month with one of my favorite poems, written by the brilliant Ross Gay (1974-). Thank you kindly for following along for another April of verse. The poetry and prose of Ross Gay (1974-) so often reminds me of all the beauty and joy in this intense world we navigate every day.
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