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Rae Crossman

Poems, Essays, and Other Writings

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Poems

  • From the Bow
  • April Opens
  • One Ruby-throated Moment
  • It’s a Dangerous Journey Through the Corridors of the Mall
  • Walking in the Public Gardens after Rain
  • Confluence
  • October Love Sonnet
  • Poetry on the Way
  • The Names of Trees
  • Sometimes
  • October Forest Walk
  • More Selected Poems

Essays

  • Falling in Love with Poetry
  • Poetry Off The Page
  • Begin with the Song of Listening
  • Opera in the Woods
  • Commentary on R. Murray Schafer’s Wolf Tracks
  • Murray Schafer: True to His Conviction

Collaborations

  • Introduction to “From the Bow”
  • R. Murray Schafer’s Introduction to “From the Bow”
  • “From the Bow” Score by R. Murray Schafer with audio
  • Press Release for River Flow: Confluence of Music, Words, and Dance
  • “All Spring”
  • “The Searching Sings”
  • “As Ordinary As Stars”
  • Harbingers of Spring: a rare soundwalk
  • SlanT
  • Woman of the Drum

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    Sometimes

    Rushing into our early morning bedroom
    with her under-the-pillow discovery.

    My daughter’s
    toothless grin.

    Sometimes poetry is like that:
    all tooth fairy
    no incisors.

    Sometimes
    it’s wolf canines
    and snap of bone.

    https://raecrossman.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/Rae-Crossman-Sometimes-1.mp3

    Poem in Your Pocket Day 2021

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