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another daydream

Saturday, May 4, 2024

May Means Manhattan Reading

The annual Kelsay Books poetry reading is happening at The Parkside Lounge on May 18. When you hear a poem in the voice of the poet, it takes on a certain magic. There's the difference between how the words live on the page, and how they move into the air, in an acoustic space. 

If you're in the area, stop by! Each Kelsay book author reads two poems in a lovely rotation of voice and approach. 

 


Last year I chose the first and the last poem of Muse in a Suitcase. It may be time to turn to the middle.
 
Cheers,
Charise

Thursday, April 18, 2024

April is for Poetry

Happy National Poetry Month! This is a reminder to read a poem here and there... wherever you find one, in whatever voice speaks to you. 

This year the one I'm sharing is by Forugh Farrokhzad, a Persian poet who wrote in the 1950s & 60s. On the left of this photo capture is her original, on the right is an English translation. 




Enjoy finding poetry everywhere.

Cheers,
Charise

Monday, April 1, 2024

The Dance of Creativity

Happy April and the Fool's Day, which points to new beginnings!

Please welcome my new book, co-authored with my dear colleague Kate (who also did this smashing cover), Meet Your Muse: The Dance of Creativity.

https://mybook.to/MeetYourMuse

Inside, you'll find practices to tap into your creative nature, more of Kate's art, writing prompts, poetry, food (well, a "menu for rituals of self-care"). We've had a wonderful experience working with our publisher, Springtime Books. Click the link above to view more about the book and to order!

From the foreword by Jeff Kaplan, PhD: “What sets this book apart is the authors’ ability to combine the concepts of Eastern philosophy, Greek mythology, and modern psychology to create a holistic approach to creativity.”  It’s not stuffy—it’s spacious, in a zen and heartful way. 

Cheers,
Charise


Friday, March 22, 2024

The Poem Asks

 

A poem was asked into being by a loved one. Now, the poem itself asks to be shared in the form of a reading. 

Feel free to click the link below to view. It's roughly a minute in length, from the quiet of my sunroom. 

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Warmly,
Charise



Friday, February 23, 2024

"A Voice for Navalny"

The New Verse News features my poem "A Voice for Navalny." 
I lean on Irina... what would she say? 

Please read here: https://thenewversenews.substack.com/i/141892157/a-voice-for-navalny

Grateful to the editor of this journal, James Penha, for choosing poetry that sheds light on current events.


Friday, February 16, 2024

By Request

There are many ways that poetry happens, and one way is by request. Each time I've been commissioned to write a piece, it has felt like a blessing. In one case, a blessing on the pandemic; in another case, a blessing on a life suddenly ended. This is sacred work––to be entrusted to create a tribute, elegy, or ode for a specific person or scenario. 

A commissioned poem is never shared by me without permission. It's typically private, a gift. In our era of sharing everything under the sun, I keep some work out of the public eye. This is my code of ethics. 

In times of grieving, of doubt, of loneliness, art can be an answer. I've worked as a dance therapist for many years. My mindset is that art is healing. Poetry heals. Find a poem that moves you. Remember that you can ask for one that hasn't come into existence, that's waiting to be born.

Feel free to comment below. You can also send me a message on Instagram @charhogepoet.

Warm wishes,
Charise


Monday, January 29, 2024

"Walk to Twilight"

    Walk to Twilight

 

    Jilted tree,

    jingle bells played

    out, on its side

 

    at the curb.

    Vestige

    of a dog-eared

    calendar.

 

    Blanketed bronze

    “Homeless Jesus”

    curled up against

    a sculpted bench

    … crucified feet

    uncovered.

 

    Its replica

    swaddled in cloth

    against a metro grate

    … grown man folded

    into a fetal position.

 

    Sliver of moon slung

    like a hammock

    across the semidarkness.

 

    The rest of the silver orb,

    the lot of felled pine,

    the contour of the womb

 

    are out of the picture.

 

 

    ~LCMH