The Real McCoy

Kathleen McCoy on Poetry

Author: Kathleen McCoy

  • After a series of personal challenges in the past six months (fire, three moves, close deaths, and associated challenges), I’m baaaaack . . . . Now that I’ve dusted off, it’s back to teaching, pulling out the poetry manuscripts, mixing things up (big-time), greasing wheels, feeding my inner nerd, hoping I remember how to see…

  • In the memory of Adrienne Rich, one of our country’s finest poets who died last week, I offer the following poem, penned a couple of decades ago and revised very recently: The New Androgyne She will be like the deaf mute                                                 turned composer: ink will pulse               through her veins the color of half-lit…

  • Poetry–like music, like theater, like many arts and community activities–brings people together. And when people get together, as the world screen has displayed prominently in the past year, stuff happens–good stuff. Empowerment. Liberation. Education. Social justice. Political rallying is not the only kind of populist empowerment. Poets do it too. And the powers-that-be are threatened.…

  • Pull up a chair. Have a cuppa whatever. Read a little poetry, ruminate . . . Welcome to my web.