Lily S. May–Life with Art
Here's another poem I recently wrote, plus a photo I took in 2021: Blue Forget me notblue silk skyof forgivenessof acceptance into the realmof all imperfect creation:the blue of birds' flightour sadness held by the skyreflected back to usto the lost blue soundof the heart of the landbeneath the cityto the seekers of deathto the… Continue reading Blue
I'm back again, this time with a poem I've recently written plus a sketch. Here they are: After the FlowerYears agoI named myself after a flowerbut hell on earth now calls forsomething less innocent,so I will call myself clenched teethfollowed by shouts out loud.I'd like to become:she of rock earth and treesshe protector of birds… Continue reading After the Flower
In the midst of this summer of terrifying wildfires and evacuations in Canada and across the globe, here is a poem of song, nature and the circle of life. I unearthed it earlier this month when I was organizing writing I'd done ten years ago. The poem is part of a series I wrote about… Continue reading Songs of the Body
Here's a poem I began a few years ago that I made some small changes to today. The inked linoleum block that follows the poem was not done in response to it but seemed to fit. Map of the Body The body is a map in relief carved by the nail of time. The body… Continue reading Map of the Body
I came late to chimney swiftsbut now that I take note of them, living close to the sky in a high building, my life has expanded.I await their return in springand am saddened when they depart in fall. There's much false talk of freedom these days but watching the flight of the swifts above the… Continue reading Other Lives
You may have heard about the far right-wing convoy of trucks that has occupied our capital in Canada for nearly two weeks. The organizers are opposed to all covid mandates and to the federal government. Their message has spread to demonstrations in other cities, to the border with the U.S. and around the world. After… Continue reading How I’d Change the World
In 2013 I wrote a poem that I've made a few changes to this year. Among the additions, I've changed the reference to passing years to bring it up to date. The setting for the poem that I see in my mind's eye is a place my husband and I visited in Cypress Hills Park… Continue reading The Day of the Angel
I've been rereading some of the poems I wrote years ago. Here's one from 2013. I've changed a phrase and the order of some words, but the feelings remain the same for me. Reading my work with fresh eyes has given me the push to take up ongoing writing again which I had let slide.… Continue reading Make It Small
Arts of May 