Category Poetry

The Right to Create With Fire

The Right to Create with Fire by Stephen Kastner

I have a bonsai growing in my bedroom. It is eleven inches tall, and it may be decades old. I don’t know exactly how old. What I do know is that it does not grow on its own terms. Not…

Why Poetry?

A poem, for me, usually begins when a word or phrase comes to mind as I’m waking up in the morning. Before long a strong emotion trails behind, a shadow following the words. The emotion and words demand my attention.…