Margaret Coombs

A Chant to the Lunar Plaque Margaret Coombs, July 2019Read this poem up and down, down and up, left to right, or right to left

I’m seeing a lot of social media posts from people who seem puzzled, even incensed that MAGA followers call themselves Christian. Their critics point out that they do not seem to love others as themselves or to show mercy to the homeless, the hungry, or those far from home. In my experience, a Christian refers…

Every year I buy books that I don’t read. Often they are $1.99 Kindle deals, impulse buys from visits to indie bookstores, titles mentioned in blogs or on social media of interest, and books written by my poetry teachers or by poets I hear read at conferences or poetry readings. The problem is getting to…

I found this index card yesterday buried deep in a desk drawer. This is a translation of what I saw during a powerful meditation session. I’ve heard of such beings before and never could grasp them. They seemed clichéd. But when I look at this I see something wondrous, maybe something from the collective unconscious,…

I write quick reviews of what I read; perhaps a better word is response. I’m going to start to post them on the blog in order to give them greater visibility and also to have more original content here. At some point, I’m sure that their amateurish nature will begin to embarrass me. Then I’ll…