The Cloak of Quiet Light

Dorothy Howls

I weave a thread of silver-white,

around my chest, soft-shielded tight.

A shimmer-glow no eye can see,

but here it stands, protecting me.

No harsh word sticks, no shadow stays,

I’m held in warmth through stormy days.

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Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only

Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.

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