In 2004, I wrote a poem called "O Pen" and performed it at an open mic. Mid-way through Pacific University's MFA program, I decided I needed a way to discuss poems I was studying or wanted to know more about. O Pen sounded like a perfect name for such a group, and we have been meeting each week, since February 2008. I dedicate my musings to the creative, thoughtful and intelligent people who attend and to those who enjoy delving into the magic of a poem!
Notes From a Nonexistent Himalayan Expedition — by Wislawa Szymborska
My Ears Aren’t Right by Marianne Boruch
3 poems by Mari L’Esperance (from Gwarlingo, Sunday poem 4/14/2013)
Grief Is Deep Green
As Told by Three Rivers
The Choices Not Made