Twas the Night Before Christmas

With my mum gone for a couple of years now, it’s especially poignant for me to hear that old saw, “Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse!” Here’s why: When I was just a baby, my mother taught me to recite “Twas the…

Tea Haiku

Walking in the rain I stop outside your teashop Steamed windows: pu’ehr

Paul Muldoon and Stephen Colbert read TEA

Poet Paul Muldoon and Stephen Colbert read his poem “Tea” on the Colbert Report last night, making it the number one poem in America. In Canada you can see it here. In US it is here.

Ode to Tea

by isabella mori after four hours of sleep and 16 hours of work here comes pouring into the poet a cup of tea. tea!  tea!  tea! drug that whitewaterrafts into forgotten veins and drags with it, drawing deep from the bottomless swirls leftover bits and pieces of energy, scraping fragments of strength off the walls…

Overexposed

The heart is overexposed In light too high to see with any eye How can words be known here Where all is blinded light? The listening heart hears The rush of love’s waterfall As a million butterflies per second Crash into the pools below. On the mountain peaks Siva wears his snake around his neck…

Another Sunrise

When I was younger I was wise and inspired, Now I look around and can barely find myself. What happened? Was anything lost or gained? Who am I? Have I become anything at all? Sitting here, seeing the world at dawn, I know what those old Chinese poets meant: Floating beneath drooping willow branches My…