National Poetry Month, Day 26 | Ellen Goodman & Melissa Coffey

April 26, 2021

Photo by Ellen Goodman

Photo by Ellen Goodman

Curiouser and Curiouser
by Melissa Coffey

Here’s to the curious girls,
books are bursting with them; Alice,
Pandora and Nancy Drew, Mary
discovering her secret garden

Girls who don’t sit quietly with dolls,
but steal the magnifying glass
from their brother to count
legs on a centipede, petals
on a daisy; to see
the kaleidoscopic eyes
of a dragonfly, caught in a jar,
gazing back at them

Who peer between
and poke beneath,
cobwebs in their hair,
exploring the crawl-space, searching
for Alice’s rabbit-hole,
attic dust on their dress, following
Lucy through the wardrobe, eyes alert
for a glimmer of Narnian snow

Always asking why; she wants
torches and magic kits,
chemistry sets for Christmas
let your daughters be curious, don’t
tame or shame their questions; let them,
like Dorothy, ride a tornado to Oz, or venture
through the looking-glass; let life
be their endless encyclopaedia

Curious girls
become scientists and spacewomen,
mathematicians, politicians,
change-makers, ceiling-breakers,
mouthpieces for an ailing
Mother Nature; curious girls
become clever women who
challenge and change the world

Give girls magnifying glasses,
engraved with their names;
let your daughters be
curiouser and curiouser

Connect

See more of film photographer Ellen Goodman’s work on Instagram.

Read more writer Melissa Coffey’s work on Twitter, Facebook, and on Medium.

National Poetry Month, Day 25 | Wing Hong Leung & Kirk S. Pineda

April 25, 2021

Photo by Wing Hong Leung

Photo by Wing Hong Leung

Ocean Strategy
by Kirk S. Pineda

Full.

Like a daydreamer, I’m full of ideas

with a world of room to move

Free.

At no time could I ever be bound

by any rule, law, or dogma

Forever.

I will be here from my beginning to end

outlasting some, somehow outlasted by others

Constant.

I know that in me, my waters will never dry

inspiration to artwork is like how the ocean meets the sky

Depth.

I am the result of my foregone ancestors

so deeply does the roots of my history sink

Flowing.

And as I move, my waves will crest, shaping my life

into solid hills and valleys, a foundation worth fighting for.

Connect

See more of film photographer Wing Hong Leung’s work on Instagram.

Read more writer Kirk S. Pineda’s work on Instagram, and on Medium.

National Poetry Month, Day 24 | Laura Yurs & Tanya Gervasi

April 24, 2021

Photo by Laura Yurs

Photo by Laura Yurs

Nostalgia Edits
by Tanya Gervasi

sometimes I see
- like in a dream - 
memories that never were

 I linger
- forgetting myself - 
I step inside
the familiar yet unknown

 swinging back and forth
between fragments
of shells and stones

I close my eyes
I'm in a room
I hear the sea and smell the moss
Am I alone? I'm never sure
Could stay forever in this deserted land

yet a siren from afar
rings in my ear
for me to come
back to myself
here I am

I always wonder where I had left.

Connect

See more of film photographer Laura Yurs’ work on Instagram.

Read more writer Tanya Gervasi’s work on Instagram.