Poet, Scholar, Teacher, Spiritual Guide

Photo of Kathleen Staudt outside in a pink shirt

Trained as an academic, Kathy has read and studied poetry for most of her life, writing and editing two scholarly books and many articles on the work of the British poet and artist David Jones. She began writing poetry herself at midlife and has found that the poetry has become a spiritual practice of holy attention, enabling her to dwell deeply in the richness and challenges of life, loss, relationships and transitions. Her retreat work and teaching focus on connections between poetry, creativity and the spiritual life, while her many years of training and experience in the art of spiritual direction inform her one-on-one work accompanying people on their faith journeys.

“Late summer, and the roses in second bloom, know what’s coming. Beauty and death mingle in this fine poem by Anya Krugovoy Silver, as they do in so many of the poems in this moving, accomplished anthology. Pain and anger often coexist with humor here, though not with self -pity. If language can be redemptive for reader and/or writer, it certainly is in these pages.”
–Linda Pastan

book cover of Thing Thing Called Poetry edited by Kathleen Staudt

Poem of the Season

Seventeen-Year Cicadas: 2004

We can’t avoid them when they come

A plague, some say

of ugly bugs and deafening noise.

They dive-bomb on our picnics, die

On patios and walks

in piles of crunching wings.

Their fleeting lives remind us of the fleetingness of ours.

 

But as for me, I love their treetop wedding song

They harmonize and whistle: Wowwowwowwowwow

I love to see their blunderbussy bodies whirligig

on lacy wings, like fledgling angels practicing for heaven

They celebrate their lives in sussurating song,

.           Breeding and dying, they promise a return

Mysterious, predictable, in seventeen years.

 

Who knows where I will be, or on what side of life

the next time they are here.

I’m glad I have not missed them this time.

(from Good Places)