In that second grade classroom, Mrs. Circle said each of us carries an ocean inside bigger than we are, like happiness, and full of fish that live nowhere else in the world and tides that are pulled by our heartbeats, and low tide sand bars to wade far out in the bright sun. She taught us we can learn to swim there by jumping out into the water where the water is still and shallow, holding our breath and moving our arms and legs gently, gently— try for yourself she suggested, and we all closed our eyes sitting there at our desks, while the snow fell outside and the radiator whispered. Circle said, as long as you let them come to you— they are like angels—and nibble the tiny air bubbles that cling to the hairs along your legs and arms. Feel how they tickle , she said, Take a deep breath, dive down underwater as far as you can. Do you see your shadow down there on the sand, following your body? My father seemed another person when he intoned these poems, and yet he seemed exactly himself. And I felt very close to him then and very much myself: happy and pregnant with vivid possibilities.
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Creating venues for poetry in support of healthy ocean communities
He has published over a dozen books and chapbooks of poetry, and his work has appeared widely in journals and anthologies. Michael Hettich has written, with extraordinary empathy, a book about vanishment: of dreams and fathers, of love and animals and birds. Look carefully at the glinting lights he paints. Like everything beautiful, they will be gone before you know it. In these stunning, fable-like poems, humans turn into animals in transformations that seem utterly natural, if not necessary. The poems themselves seem almost to disappear rather than end, as if they are heading into some trees, or entering the body of a horse. This collection—so tightly choreographed and flawlessly written—is like a long poem that shines brighter with each turn of the page. To Start an Orchard is a call to arms, demanding consciousness, responsibility, and love. About Press
She folds a piece of typing paper into a house. I follow, and we enter. Our new house lacks windows, so we watch the walls for shadows. His work has appeared in many journals as well as in a few anthologies. He lives with his family in Miami. Monday 18 January I follow, and we enter lives that feel suddenly new, surrounded by walls and a ceiling so drenched in light we squint as we look at each other. Related Posts. I mean it. Oh, folly—.