Loose Words Letter #68
Welcome to the weekly newsletter from Loose Words. These letters go out every Thursday and highlight many of our published poems from the past week. Loose Words is a poetry publication brought to you by Assemblage to capture disconnected thoughts and let them find their form.
“If your emotional abilities aren’t in hand, if you don’t have self-awareness, if you are not able to manage your distressing emotions, if you can’t have empathy and have effective relationships, then no matter how smart you are, you are not going to get very far.” — Daniel Goleman
Each week, we will post a few lines from each featured poem (all friend links so anyone can read them) to give you a preview of the whole. We encourage you to read the full version by clicking in and taking that minute. A one-minute read could change your day.
Each week we feature one of our contributing poets at Loose Words on our homepage and in this letter. This week it is Victoria Antonelli. Victoria is a trained storyteller, poet, journalist, and actress.
Collections are groupings of poems with an overall theme. You can find Collections on the homepage underneath the Featured Poems, Notes From the Editor, and Featured Poet sections.
Emotions features 8 poems from 8 different poets from our archives. This section is a great way to get acquainted with multiple works around one theme, as well as to find poets you haven’t read before, or ones you shouldn’t miss.
Selected Loose Words From Last Week
“I see her forlorn eyes
growing colder with time,
but I am too afraid
to confess that I, too,
have died inside.”
“Mother Nature can take me or
I can go willingly and trust
After dying like the leaves
I will bloom with the flowers”
“It matters which creature passed this way
beside our waiting — keep walking — keep
making a path along the water
in a wind not here for us at all.”
“I am waiting for you to tell me the things,
That I already could have guessed.
I don’t know what I could have wanted.”
Highlights From the Past
“Each star is the promise of a bloom
a bright cacophony against a star-drunk
roll of endless night sky
where all the galaxies are a seed
planted in the depths of her endless dark soil”
“Stars in the spiral
hurtles of caress, grope,
cataclysm, they render
near kiss between cannibals
elliptical on haunches
backlit and toward
a cessation of flares.”
“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.” — T. S. Eliot
How far are you going to go this year?