Category Archives: Poetry
Not Waving …
I’ve been terribly remiss about not posting things during National Poetry Month, and I should be spanked, and if not spanked, at least given a stern talking to … but for the day ahead, I’m feeling a bit Stevie-Smithish … … Continue reading
The Promiscuity of Poetry
Lori sent me a link to this piece, “Reasons to Fuck Poetry“, and I find it a fun read, but maybe for reasons that others do not. Here are a couple of my favorite parts: Poetry is tired of being … Continue reading
Max-ku: Night Walk
Crisp autumn night walk Night lights twinkle through youth sounds Culminates in Poop This one is part of my continuing series on important things, which is things that happens to me. I’m practising so that I can go to next … Continue reading
Max-ku
licking sweet dew from moist green daybreak grasses sunrise morning walk yeah, i felt poetical this morning on the walk … i write things all the time … poems they just come to me
Leaving London 2008
Sadly, you can see the winding-down eyes of everyone here. The look says, ‘oh, shit, this is almost over’ … And that is the most interesting part for me to watch: while some folks annoy each other, and that’s plain … Continue reading
A Poem for the Beach
One of my favorite little poems from childhood is e. e. cummings’ “maggie and millie and molly and may” … maggie and milly and molly and may went down to the beach(to play one day) and maggie discovered a shell … Continue reading
Maya Angelou on Craig’s List
Not the best sketch comedy I’ve seen, but I love the parody of Angelou, who is so easily parodied, and the excerpts from Craig’s list … poetry is really all around us, isn’t it?
Another Kind of Blessing
This morning, as I stumbled late to waking and plodded down the stairs to go for a walk, Lucia greeted me with an offer of coffee. It was hard to say no, but the light spilling over the next hill … Continue reading
For the Good of the Collective
Over the holiday break — the Tar River WP took a few days, which worked out well as several participants reflected last Tuesday on how badly they needed some time to digest everything we’d already done — I’d asked everyone … Continue reading
Birthweek Poem #3: “Marginalia”
For today’s poem, I return to Billy Collins, who became one of my favorite living poets some years ago, just before he became Poet Laureate of the United States. When I first picked up Picnic, Lightning, it was the poem … Continue reading
