About Me
- Nancy Simpson
- Nancy Simpson's LIVING ABOVE THE FROST LINE, New and Selected Poems was published by Carolina Wren Press (N.C. Laureate Series, 2010.) She is the author of ACROSS WATER and NIGHT STUDENT, State Street Press, still available on WWW at Alibris and Books Again. Her poems have been published in Southern Poetry Review, Prairie Schooner, The Georgia Review and other literary magazines. "Carolina Bluebirds" was published in THE POETS GUIDE TO THE BIRDS, Anhinga Press). "Grass" was reprinted in the 50th Anniversary Issue of Southern Poetry Review: DON'T LEAVE HUNGRY ( U.of Arkansas Press.) Seven poems were reprinted in the textbook, SOUTHERN APPALACHIAN POETRY,(McFarland.) Two poems were published in SOLO CAFE, Two more poems were published in SOLO NOVO."In the Nantahala Gorge" was published in Pisgah Review. "Studying Winter" was reprinted in Pirene's Fountain Anthology and "The Collection" in Collecting Life Anthology. Most recently, Southern Poetry Review Edited by James Smith, published "Our Great Depression," and The Southern Poetry Anthology Vol. VII: NORTH CAROLINA,Edited by William Wright, reprinted "Leaving in the Dead of Winter."
Showing posts with label a poem from Above the Frost Line. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a poem from Above the Frost Line. Show all posts
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Thursday, November 26, 2009
THANKSGIVING DAY FROM ABOVE THE FROST LINE
Hello Family and Dear Ones. Happy Thanksgiving Day from Cherry Mountain. It is a lovely time of year with mild weather, loved ones at the table, and some flowers still blooming in the garden. The Rhododendron is confused, blooming, so I cut a bouquet and put it in a vase. I did not have to buy flowers for the table this year.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
The Mole on the Pavement
"The Mole on the Pavement" a poem
by Nancy Simpson
THE MOLE ON THE PAVEMENT
by Nancy Simpson
We thought you loved the dark,
thought you had a good life
in your underground world,
but we learned different
early this morning
finding you frozen,
your thick hands held out.
We had nothing to give you
so we pretended piety
and walked away rationalizing:
He thought he could dig through asphalt.
He forgot mornings are cold here.
He wanted to live on the other side.
Monday, January 12, 2009
Waking up Without an Alarm - a poem by Karen Holmes
You asked for it. Here it is -- a new poem by Karen Holmes.
Waking up Without an Alarm
a day without obligations
slivers of silver spilling from the shades
a small ceremony of jasmine tea in the Japanese pot
ten minutes of Qi Gong, twenty rubbing Rascal’s belly.
in the evening, a pang of regret for a lazy day
then remembering
a well-deserved retirement
a chance to do something or nothing
innate joy arising
and Rascal smiling, sleeping in his basket.
Karen Holmes
12/13/08
http://www.simplycommunicated.com/
Waking up Without an Alarm
a day without obligations
slivers of silver spilling from the shades
a small ceremony of jasmine tea in the Japanese pot
ten minutes of Qi Gong, twenty rubbing Rascal’s belly.
in the evening, a pang of regret for a lazy day
then remembering
a well-deserved retirement
a chance to do something or nothing
innate joy arising
and Rascal smiling, sleeping in his basket.
Karen Holmes
12/13/08
http://www.simplycommunicated.com/
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