It’s Day 14 of the Slice of Life Challenge, and I am celebrating a different living poet each day throughout the month of March. As I curated the list of poets whose collections I wanted to use to inspire my writing, I selected a diverse range of writers – young/old, men/women of differing faiths, lifestyles, and races. Today, I’m celebrating Joy Sullivan, whose collection was like eating a carton of ice cream. I couldn’t stop at a serving size – – I devoured the whole decadent bowl of poetry in one sitting – ice cream, whipped cream, caramel and chocolate drizzle, nuts and a cherry – and see myself rereading this one frequently.
You can read more about Joy Sullivan here and here. She also has a Substack, Necessary Salt.
There’s A Word for It
What do you call nostalgia for all the places
beneath this wing
of swallowtails, sow thistle
wild as grass, so cool and soft
it softens something?
Taken from: Ghost Heart; The Cashier at the Gas Station Asks Where I’m From; Of Wildflowers; Tiger Farm; Sockeye
Common Threads 