From the Arabian peninsula to Seattle, we put poetry on the map this National Poetry Month.

Maureen Doallas interviews photographer Claire Burge on the importance of visual observation and the way her photography helps her write in vivid detail.

Kimani is a four-year-old girl with Down syndrome and a brain injury. She is visually impaired, wildly impulsive, and very cute. In this collection, she paints herself from the inside out.

On a train from Sydney to Melbourne, four family members each write a short poem with the same title.

Maureen Doallas and Kelly Sauer turn up a sweet, juicy bit of visual poetry together.

I moved to Dublin instead and discovered not only blue doors, but purple doors, red doors, yellow doors, grey doors, orange doors, pink doors, green doors … you name it and I will hazard a guess that I could find you a door painted in that exact colour. --Claire Burge shares about her adventures behind closed,colourful doors

A girl can dream of stepping out on the High Road, a flame in heels that’ll steel no beau’s heart. What laces each ankle in place she’ll turn to take his fancy and he, blood pressure rising, will let her lead and whirl. “Red Shoes,” acrylic on board, by Nicola Slattery. Used with permission. © [...]

  She Breathes Cerulean Aquarelle runs deep within the lines of her. She breathes cerulean. . . Floating transparent, in the tides of time.   “She Breathes Cerulean”, original watercolor and poem by Michelle “Shell” Rummel. © Shell Rummel, of Shell Artistree. Designs and collections: Shell Rummel Fine Art & Licensing.     ___________ Try [...]

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. Walking Rain It has no legs but the rain is walking the space the White Cloud travels. Earth’s bronzed hard hand welcomes Neomonni’s turned-down lip. Where parched mountain mouths grow stiff with waiting, thirsty bones wrinkle, rattling the distant hills’ enchantment beyond the Trail of Tears. “Walking Rain”, watermedia on paper by Randall David [...]