Friday, July 7, 2023

7/7/23 A War that Targets Civilians Eating Pizza. Hospitals. Humanitarian aide.Sanity Must Be Restored.

  There is a need for peace on this earth.  No one will win anything when they treat other people and nature as if they are disposable. 

"My friend was out for pizza when the missile hit. '

Wednesday, November 2, 2022

Re-Listed/ I Am The Flame Poetry chapbook/ Finishing Line Press. "With these poems, Glixman goes “to the outer edges of memory” to honer her ancestors. ...–Kimberly L. Becker, author Words Facing East"

 My family immigrated to the US from Russia years ago before WW II. They fled persecution and oppression. Sound familiar. A different time in history but similar tactics used by a country whose agenda is causing havoc in the world.

 I have a longing to know my ancestors. These are poems of remembrance,

Wednesday, October 26, 2022

Universal Oneness Anthology Relevant In Today's World

Remember John Lennon' song Imagine or the song We Are The World?  Both were reminders about our desire for peace and harmony for everyone in the world. At this time in human evolution these songs and this poetry anthology remind us of the great potential we have on planet earth to make this world a world of peace and abundance. It all starts from within each of us. We are all connected.

 I hope reading these poems in this anthology will reaffirm to readers the wonders of themselves and the world. I have a poem in this anthology entitled WHY I DREAM ABOUT DIRT AND SEED.


Universal Oneness: An Anthology of Magnum Opus - Poems from around the World (360 poems by 360 poets from 60 Countries), 2019 

Monday, September 19, 2022

5/13/22 The Tragedy of War. We Have A Choice. Why Do Humans Choose War? Moving Poets From Ukraine War Poetry in Ukraine: Serhiy Zhadan and Lyuba Yakimchuk

5/13/22 The Tragedy of War. We Have A Choice. Why Do Humans Choose War? Moving Poets From Ukraine War Poetry in Ukraine: Serhiy Zhadan and Lyuba Yakimchuk

9/19/ 2022 Attention Short Story Lovers/ New Coolest American Short Stories Anthology/ New Annual Short Story Anthology Will Captivate You


""Love short stories? This collection is for you. Not yet sure how to feel about short stories? This collection is definitely for you. Whoever you are, wherever you are: read these stories!" -Lori Ostlund, Flannery O’Connor Award winner and author of After the Parade and The Bigness of the World"

 Coolest American Short Stories

 Listen to podcast with the editors Mark Wish and Elizabeth Coffey.

Podcast With Editors

My Story Auras will be in the 2023 Anthology More on the 2023 Anthology in future posts. 

9/19/22 Mary Oliver Poem Geese and Drawing

 Geese©2000 by Elizabeth P. Glixman

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting 
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver
published by Atlantic Monthly Press

© Mary Oliver

Thursday, May 26, 2022

5/26/22 A Meditation on Grief / Jack Kornfield From Gratefulness

"When after heavy rain the storm clouds disperse, is it not that they’ve wept themselves clear to the end? —Ghalib"

"Grief is one of the heart’s natural responses to loss. When we grieve we allow ourselves to feel the truth of our pain, the measure of betrayal or tragedy in our life. By our willingness to mourn, we slowly acknowledge, integrate, and accept the truth of our losses. Sometimes the best way to let go is to grieve."

Read more here

Friday, May 13, 2022

5/13/22 The Tragedy of War. We Have A Choice. Why Do Humans Choose War? Moving Poems From Ukraine War Poetry in Ukraine: Serhiy Zhadan and Lyuba Yakimchuk

 There are two sides to everything.  Somethings like night and day we can't change although electricity has allowed our nights to be brighter.  When we have a choice we often choose that which makes our life better. War in human terms does not make  life better  for anyone except perhaps  governments or certain businesses ( war it is said helps economies). 

When you see the destruction in Ukraine and all around the world you wonder what have we as a human collective done to this glorious planet and to ourselves and each other. Who in their right mind would choose suffering over peace for all?  Who could defend bombing magnificent museums, defenseless civilians, children, relics, hospitals, peoples' homes and innocent animals? It really seems to come down to what you believe, have been taught or experienced in your life.

 Isn't it time collectively to stop wars? Don't you want that? Don't you want to experience the earth being free of  man made pollution, new ways to provide food and freedom for those struggling, new forms of governments that promote  freedoms and resources for all? Don't you want to experience  higher states of inner peace and happiness, live up to your potential? See your families prosper?

Lets stop the suffering.

 Remember beyond nationality and race we are  the same. Maya Angelou said

“We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike.”

― Maya Angelou, The Complete Collected Poems

 The  Human Tragedy of War

Poets From Ukraine- W Serhiy Zhadan and Lyuba Yakimchuk

Sunday, April 10, 2022

4/10/22 Check Out Solstice, a magazine of diverse voices

4/10/22 Another Time, Another War Poetry W.H. Auden

September 1, 1939


"I sit in one of the dives

On Fifty-second Street
Uncertain and afraid
As the clever hopes expire
Of a low dishonest decade:
Waves of anger and fear
Circulate over the bright
And darkened lands of the earth,
Obsessing our private lives;
The unmentionable odour of death
Offends the September night.

Accurate scholarship can
Unearth the whole offence
From Luther until now
That has driven a culture mad,
Find what occurred at Linz,..."

Read the rest at

Wednesday, January 12, 2022

1/12/2022 " Poems for Peace Young people living in conflict use poetry to express their hopes for a more peaceful future."

Mandala for fearlessness. We need to be fearless in our pursuit of inner and outer peace.


Poems for Peace

Young people living in conflict use poetry to express their hopes for a more peaceful future.


Tuesday, November 23, 2021

11/23/2021 The Genius of Bob Dylan His Music is Relevant in Our World Today.

The Times They Are A-Changin'

Come gather 'round people, wherever you roam
And admit that the waters around you have grown
And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
And if your breath to you is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'

Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
For the loser now will be later to win
'Cause the times they are a-changin'

Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in your doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt, will be he who has stalled
'Cause the battle outside ragin'
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'

Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticise what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'

The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slowest now, will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
'Cause the times they are a-changin'

Songwriters: Bob Dylan 

Updated Version 2018 Dylan on Jimmy Fallon Show

Thursday, March 11, 2021

Sunday, December 20, 2020

Worcester Review- New Issue. Fiction Poetry. Art. Book Reviews. Checkout Ali Wilding Beech Wood

Frigg Magazine Issue 56 . Editor Ellen Parker Knows How To Select Fiction and Poetry. So Much Good Work . Check Out Helen Beer's Snowfall on Mt Tams and Poems by J.R. Walsh and More

A Brave and Startling Truth Poem by Maya Angelou Inspiring Words. Yes WE CAN Create Peace In This World!

A Brave and Startling Truth

by Maya Angelou

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.


Thursday, July 2, 2020

Kindness "The measure of true kindness — which is different from nicety, different from politeness — is often revealed in those challenging instances when we must rise above the impulse toward its opposite, ignited by fear and anger and despair." Quote from Brain Pickings about Poem by Naomi Shihab Nye


Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

Thursday, November 1, 2018

11/1/18 Natasha Trethewey on the Importance of Poetry

"It's the way we have to connect not only the intellect, but also the heart, to engage the whole body with breath, with rhythm." Natasha Trethewey, author of Monument: Poems New and Selected (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2018), talks about the immense value of poetry...''

Sunday, December 3, 2017

The Worcester Review Volume 38 - The Latest Issue Has Great Short Stories, Poetry ( One of my poems is in this issue) and more.

 It is a wonderful feeling to have my poem ''Wool Hats" included in this issue with the work of many fine writers, poets and artists.

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Friday, September 22, 2017

Strange Horizons Poetry Podcasts. August 28, 2017

 I read my poem " The Estranged" that was published in this issue.
 This is my first podcast.
Ciro Faienza read other contributors' works.
 He has an amazing voice! 
  Have a listen to his readings and mine. Enjoy.