Monthly Archives: April 2017

Poetry Saves Lives — SUNFIRE — Six Senses Sensate Exercise Journaling Workshop, April 22, 2017                 (c) 2017 James Ciletti “Art is a spiritual ambassador.” Barbara Jatta, director, Vatican Art Museum My name is:_______________________________________and I am a Sunfire Writer. Welcome to … Continue reading →

I’m reading The Love Poems of Kenneth Patchen, number 13 in the Pocket Poet Series. The final poem in the book is entitled, The Are Not Many Kingdoms Left. The first line: I write the lips of the moon on … Continue reading →

“Honey look! The crab apple tree, all the pink blossoms.” “uh-huh, achoo.” “They’re so beautiful.” “uh-huh, achoooo!” “The window is blowing them into a pink shower.” “Ahooooooooooooooooo!”

Last evening I was attending a first literary event, called Incandesence, Burning Light of Sunfire Writers, at Fremont Correctional Facility in Canon City, 45 miles south of Colorado Springs.  The Sunfire Writers are the men in our weekly Sunfire Writers … Continue reading →

Watching the terrible news of children gassed in Syria, I could not imagine the pain and grief of the father holding his four-old daughter, looking down at her, feeling her stiff and dead body, seeing lifeless eyes. Unable to write any … Continue reading →

Snow. We awaken to many inches of snow. And more swirling, slanting, sifting snow. Silence. White light. A snow blows the steaming breath of many gods . How silly of me. Not many gods. But a breath of one god — … Continue reading →

Mother’s Hand (revised today, 4-3-2017) So much depends on shaking out wrinkles from this clean dry handkerchief, then laying out this white cloth onto the ironing board. As we lift the steam iron, so much depends on Mother’s hand on … Continue reading →

Or the Poet as Chef When I sit down to a seven course poem I expect the poet to serve a verbal feast that I need a fork and knife to eat Like tasty vowels kissing my lips — Enjoy … Continue reading →

April is the sweetest month and also National Poetry Month. Some of my fellow poets have avowed to write a poem every day in April. I’d rather be helping my grapevines get ready to produce new wine in October. However, … Continue reading →