Small Birds Converge

I feel that there is always something dark and sinister looming over the poems of Sylvia Plath. Sure, her personal story, ending in suicide, hangs heavy. But, take this poem pictured above, “The Manor Garden.” From the title, one could simply expect a piece about a garden, perhaps succumbing to fall.  But the nature imagery isn’t […]


Where Men are Mended

In her poem above, Sylvia Plath is speaking about hospitals, where people are in fact reconstructed. The eerie way in which she described the process of healing makes it clear that the poet is not as well as one would hope.  Below is the full extent of the poem and Plath’s dark descent. Please click here to hear her […]


Trip Poem #6 – Singapore

Singapore changes colors differently:   It begins on the water Less light to flatter The bean-shaped bay whose boats Now foam a shadow wake   Then traffic and car lights whip on Lights of movement and of caution And of waiting For some other’s turn to run   Next come the office and apartment lights Spaces occupied by life […]