@herminemeinhard.bsky.social
I go,
you stay;
two autumns.
Buson
November, New York City
you stay;
two autumns.
Buson
November, New York City
November 14, 2025 at 8:16 PM
I go,
you stay;
two autumns.
Buson
November, New York City
you stay;
two autumns.
Buson
November, New York City
gaze here/take notes/listen:
the Milky Way seen from the salt flats
www.thisiscolossal.com/wp-content/u...
Hilary Hahn and Cory Smythe “Mercy” by Max Richter
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mz_b...
then begin to write—draw on your notes—letting any new thoughts and images in, writing very freely
the Milky Way seen from the salt flats
www.thisiscolossal.com/wp-content/u...
Hilary Hahn and Cory Smythe “Mercy” by Max Richter
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mz_b...
then begin to write—draw on your notes—letting any new thoughts and images in, writing very freely
November 7, 2025 at 9:43 PM
gaze here/take notes/listen:
the Milky Way seen from the salt flats
www.thisiscolossal.com/wp-content/u...
Hilary Hahn and Cory Smythe “Mercy” by Max Richter
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mz_b...
then begin to write—draw on your notes—letting any new thoughts and images in, writing very freely
the Milky Way seen from the salt flats
www.thisiscolossal.com/wp-content/u...
Hilary Hahn and Cory Smythe “Mercy” by Max Richter
www.youtube.com/watch?v=mz_b...
then begin to write—draw on your notes—letting any new thoughts and images in, writing very freely
A lovely find: spring poem by W.S. Merlin
Black Cherries
photo by jogsplash
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/158649...
Black Cherries
photo by jogsplash
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/158649...
October 30, 2025 at 7:54 PM
A lovely find: spring poem by W.S. Merlin
Black Cherries
photo by jogsplash
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/158649...
Black Cherries
photo by jogsplash
www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/158649...
Deep autumn—
my neighbor,
how does he live, I wonder?
Basho
translated by Robert Hass
Photo by Lea
my neighbor,
how does he live, I wonder?
Basho
translated by Robert Hass
Photo by Lea
October 16, 2025 at 7:12 PM
Deep autumn—
my neighbor,
how does he live, I wonder?
Basho
translated by Robert Hass
Photo by Lea
my neighbor,
how does he live, I wonder?
Basho
translated by Robert Hass
Photo by Lea
living room meditation
As the sound fades,
the scent of the flowers comes up—
the evening bell.
Basho
translator, Robert Hass
As the sound fades,
the scent of the flowers comes up—
the evening bell.
Basho
translator, Robert Hass
October 9, 2025 at 7:44 PM
living room meditation
As the sound fades,
the scent of the flowers comes up—
the evening bell.
Basho
translator, Robert Hass
As the sound fades,
the scent of the flowers comes up—
the evening bell.
Basho
translator, Robert Hass
Along The Grand Canal
Hoar frost has congealed
On the deck
Of my little boat.
The water
Is clear and still.
Cold stars beyond counting
Swim alongside.
Thick reeds hide the shore.
You’d think you’d left the earth.
Suddenly there breaks in
Laughter and song.
Ch’in Kuan
translator, Kenneth Rexroth
Hoar frost has congealed
On the deck
Of my little boat.
The water
Is clear and still.
Cold stars beyond counting
Swim alongside.
Thick reeds hide the shore.
You’d think you’d left the earth.
Suddenly there breaks in
Laughter and song.
Ch’in Kuan
translator, Kenneth Rexroth
October 3, 2025 at 7:20 PM
Along The Grand Canal
Hoar frost has congealed
On the deck
Of my little boat.
The water
Is clear and still.
Cold stars beyond counting
Swim alongside.
Thick reeds hide the shore.
You’d think you’d left the earth.
Suddenly there breaks in
Laughter and song.
Ch’in Kuan
translator, Kenneth Rexroth
Hoar frost has congealed
On the deck
Of my little boat.
The water
Is clear and still.
Cold stars beyond counting
Swim alongside.
Thick reeds hide the shore.
You’d think you’d left the earth.
Suddenly there breaks in
Laughter and song.
Ch’in Kuan
translator, Kenneth Rexroth
An antidote to the blank page. Take notes on the Manet painting. What do you see? (5-7 mins) Then write down impressions of a particular time in your life, what did you see, hear, taste, smell, feel (5-7 mins). Begin to write; use any language from your notes.
www.metmuseum.org/art/collecti...
www.metmuseum.org/art/collecti...
Edouard Manet - The Monet Family in Their Garden at Argenteuil - The Metropolitan Museum of Art
<b>The Painting:</b> In the summer of 1874, Edouard Manet was living and working in the suburbs of Paris alongside his younger Impressionist friends. He now embraced their images of leisure painted ou...
www.metmuseum.org
September 25, 2025 at 6:16 PM
An antidote to the blank page. Take notes on the Manet painting. What do you see? (5-7 mins) Then write down impressions of a particular time in your life, what did you see, hear, taste, smell, feel (5-7 mins). Begin to write; use any language from your notes.
www.metmuseum.org/art/collecti...
www.metmuseum.org/art/collecti...
The Lamb
by Linda Gregg
from Chosen by the Lion
Photo by Kat Smith
by Linda Gregg
from Chosen by the Lion
Photo by Kat Smith
September 18, 2025 at 6:24 PM
The Lamb
by Linda Gregg
from Chosen by the Lion
Photo by Kat Smith
by Linda Gregg
from Chosen by the Lion
Photo by Kat Smith
Excited that my poem “Hermina leaves the house” appears in the Fall 2025 issue of San Pedro River Review. Thank you to Editors JC and Tobi Alfier for choosing it. Hermina, my paternal grandmother, appears as a character in my new manuscript.
September 4, 2025 at 6:18 PM
Excited that my poem “Hermina leaves the house” appears in the Fall 2025 issue of San Pedro River Review. Thank you to Editors JC and Tobi Alfier for choosing it. Hermina, my paternal grandmother, appears as a character in my new manuscript.
In Joe Elliot’s poems: presence of the world, family, objects, people, creatures. Reading so many posts from people bringing their kids to college for the first time, I thought of this poem.
This is from Joe’s book Idea for a B-Movie. His most recent book:
spuytenduyvil.net/contact---ma...
This is from Joe’s book Idea for a B-Movie. His most recent book:
spuytenduyvil.net/contact---ma...
August 29, 2025 at 4:59 PM
In Joe Elliot’s poems: presence of the world, family, objects, people, creatures. Reading so many posts from people bringing their kids to college for the first time, I thought of this poem.
This is from Joe’s book Idea for a B-Movie. His most recent book:
spuytenduyvil.net/contact---ma...
This is from Joe’s book Idea for a B-Movie. His most recent book:
spuytenduyvil.net/contact---ma...
Sun bath
August 21, 2025 at 6:36 PM
Sun bath
Delighted that my poem “here today” appears in the August issue of Stone Poetry Quarterly. Thank you to Editor D. Ward Hey for selecting it.
“here today” is from my new manuscript.
stonepoetryjournal.com/hermine-mein...
“here today” is from my new manuscript.
stonepoetryjournal.com/hermine-mein...
August 14, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Delighted that my poem “here today” appears in the August issue of Stone Poetry Quarterly. Thank you to Editor D. Ward Hey for selecting it.
“here today” is from my new manuscript.
stonepoetryjournal.com/hermine-mein...
“here today” is from my new manuscript.
stonepoetryjournal.com/hermine-mein...
Ama Codjoe is a poet new to me, who I discovered in The Best American Poetry 2024. Exceptional tenderness, beauty, vision.
@nybooks.com
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@nybooks.com
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August 7, 2025 at 7:09 PM
Ama Codjoe is a poet new to me, who I discovered in The Best American Poetry 2024. Exceptional tenderness, beauty, vision.
@nybooks.com
www.tupeloquarterly.com/uncategorize...
@nybooks.com
www.tupeloquarterly.com/uncategorize...
Reposted
My third book for the Sealey challenge is @herminemeinhard.bsky.social’s Bright Turquoise Umbrella.
August 3, 2025 at 4:27 PM
My third book for the Sealey challenge is @herminemeinhard.bsky.social’s Bright Turquoise Umbrella.
Summer and a poem by the wonderful Wendy Chen
August 18th
From the summer porch,
I watch
the night-blooming
cereus.
Its flowering
past the hour.
O, maternal voice,
paternal voice—
their laughter
through the screen.
Smell of bread,
still warm, being broken.
Wendy Chen
August 18th
From the summer porch,
I watch
the night-blooming
cereus.
Its flowering
past the hour.
O, maternal voice,
paternal voice—
their laughter
through the screen.
Smell of bread,
still warm, being broken.
Wendy Chen
July 31, 2025 at 6:17 PM
Summer and a poem by the wonderful Wendy Chen
August 18th
From the summer porch,
I watch
the night-blooming
cereus.
Its flowering
past the hour.
O, maternal voice,
paternal voice—
their laughter
through the screen.
Smell of bread,
still warm, being broken.
Wendy Chen
August 18th
From the summer porch,
I watch
the night-blooming
cereus.
Its flowering
past the hour.
O, maternal voice,
paternal voice—
their laughter
through the screen.
Smell of bread,
still warm, being broken.
Wendy Chen
New York City
One morning early in the pandemic, walking, I found birdhouses newly placed on the trees of 81st Street. Each one a little different. They are with us still, and also the hope they spoke of in these uncertain days.
One morning early in the pandemic, walking, I found birdhouses newly placed on the trees of 81st Street. Each one a little different. They are with us still, and also the hope they spoke of in these uncertain days.
July 24, 2025 at 6:51 PM
New York City
One morning early in the pandemic, walking, I found birdhouses newly placed on the trees of 81st Street. Each one a little different. They are with us still, and also the hope they spoke of in these uncertain days.
One morning early in the pandemic, walking, I found birdhouses newly placed on the trees of 81st Street. Each one a little different. They are with us still, and also the hope they spoke of in these uncertain days.
“Talk,” by Mary A. Koncel
“Talk,” a moving prose poem, which is a hybrid form that appears on the page as prose—in paragraphs—but works in ways similar to poetry, through image, association, compression.
@tupelopress.bsky.social
“Talk,” a moving prose poem, which is a hybrid form that appears on the page as prose—in paragraphs—but works in ways similar to poetry, through image, association, compression.
@tupelopress.bsky.social
July 17, 2025 at 6:58 PM
“Talk,” by Mary A. Koncel
“Talk,” a moving prose poem, which is a hybrid form that appears on the page as prose—in paragraphs—but works in ways similar to poetry, through image, association, compression.
@tupelopress.bsky.social
“Talk,” a moving prose poem, which is a hybrid form that appears on the page as prose—in paragraphs—but works in ways similar to poetry, through image, association, compression.
@tupelopress.bsky.social
Cooling off
July 10, 2025 at 6:52 PM
Cooling off
A poem on the page is a physical object—its shape has an effect on us that is part of its meaning. For example, Amor Fati, by Jane Hirshfield: the small stanzas float; one long line is a moment of turning. A psychic shift is enacted in the poem’s form.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
July 3, 2025 at 6:34 PM
A poem on the page is a physical object—its shape has an effect on us that is part of its meaning. For example, Amor Fati, by Jane Hirshfield: the small stanzas float; one long line is a moment of turning. A psychic shift is enacted in the poem’s form.
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazi...
My experience at the New York City Anne Frank exhibit: visceral. The twists and turns, the way I didn’t know quite where I was in the space and where it would take me next, each turn revealing something unexpected. Unsettling, beautiful, deep.
www.annefrankexhibit.org/exhibition
www.annefrankexhibit.org/exhibition
June 27, 2025 at 7:12 PM
My experience at the New York City Anne Frank exhibit: visceral. The twists and turns, the way I didn’t know quite where I was in the space and where it would take me next, each turn revealing something unexpected. Unsettling, beautiful, deep.
www.annefrankexhibit.org/exhibition
www.annefrankexhibit.org/exhibition
Stopping to say hi at the doggie day care, 82nd & Paws, here in New York City. Here’s Toi Derricotte reading her poem, “The Good Old Dog.”
voca.arizona.edu/track/id/66049
voca.arizona.edu/track/id/66049
June 19, 2025 at 6:44 PM
Stopping to say hi at the doggie day care, 82nd & Paws, here in New York City. Here’s Toi Derricotte reading her poem, “The Good Old Dog.”
voca.arizona.edu/track/id/66049
voca.arizona.edu/track/id/66049
Happy Father's Day.
Read my poem "Here he is" on my website.
www.herminemeinhard.com/about
photo by Alfonso Scarpa
Read my poem "Here he is" on my website.
www.herminemeinhard.com/about
photo by Alfonso Scarpa
June 12, 2025 at 6:20 PM
Happy Father's Day.
Read my poem "Here he is" on my website.
www.herminemeinhard.com/about
photo by Alfonso Scarpa
Read my poem "Here he is" on my website.
www.herminemeinhard.com/about
photo by Alfonso Scarpa
Listen to "Nights of the Fireflies," a reading and my conversation with Wendy Chen. Her book of translations of the great Chinese poet Li Qingzhao has just been released.
www.herminemeinhard.com/news-events/...
@wendychen.bsky.social
www.herminemeinhard.com/news-events/...
@wendychen.bsky.social
June 5, 2025 at 7:18 PM
Listen to "Nights of the Fireflies," a reading and my conversation with Wendy Chen. Her book of translations of the great Chinese poet Li Qingzhao has just been released.
www.herminemeinhard.com/news-events/...
@wendychen.bsky.social
www.herminemeinhard.com/news-events/...
@wendychen.bsky.social
A classic and a favorite, “Those Winter Sundays,” by Robert Hayden.
A childhood memory.
And a sonnet (14 lines with a shift or “turn” that takes place.) I love the traditional form and the way natural speech and feeling are held within it.
poets.org/poem/those-w...
photo by Jon Butterworth
A childhood memory.
And a sonnet (14 lines with a shift or “turn” that takes place.) I love the traditional form and the way natural speech and feeling are held within it.
poets.org/poem/those-w...
photo by Jon Butterworth
May 29, 2025 at 6:50 PM
A classic and a favorite, “Those Winter Sundays,” by Robert Hayden.
A childhood memory.
And a sonnet (14 lines with a shift or “turn” that takes place.) I love the traditional form and the way natural speech and feeling are held within it.
poets.org/poem/those-w...
photo by Jon Butterworth
A childhood memory.
And a sonnet (14 lines with a shift or “turn” that takes place.) I love the traditional form and the way natural speech and feeling are held within it.
poets.org/poem/those-w...
photo by Jon Butterworth
I encourage people to read a poem as they would listen to a song. The writer is like a composer: he ends each line where he wants you to pause. In this funny poem, James Schuyler gets us to pause in unlikely places, making for a playful syncopated melody.
May 22, 2025 at 7:05 PM
I encourage people to read a poem as they would listen to a song. The writer is like a composer: he ends each line where he wants you to pause. In this funny poem, James Schuyler gets us to pause in unlikely places, making for a playful syncopated melody.