Dear Marguerite, You’re itching to be on your own. You don’t want anybody telling you what time you have to be in at night or how to raise your baby. You’re going to leave your mother’s big comfortable house and she won’t stop you, because she knows you too well. But listen to what she […]
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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like […]
From Sherry Chandler, The Bluegrass Poet, of course…
Dramatist, novelist and poet…
Invictus By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is […]
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In […]
How Falling in Love is like Owning a Dog by Taylor Mali First of all, it’s a big responsibility, especially in a city like New York. So think long and hard before deciding on love. On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security: when you’re walking down the street late at night […]
Sherry Chandler writes: [Poetry puts] folks in a place where they feel a little vertiginous, a little out of control. In such a state, sometimes surprising things emerge.
From page 1 of The Anything Journal: Hi there stranger! I am an anonymous donor of this notebook to the Phoenix Coffee/Coffee Phix coffee shop! What’s on your mind? Write it in this journal. This is meant to be an anonymous way to get your feelings out, write poetry, doodle, draw, write short stories. You […]
My blog-sis Shamash sends us this wonderful poem from Taylor Mali.
What can they do to you? Whatever they want. …How can you stop them? Alone, you can fight, you can refuse, you can take what revenge you can but they roll over you. It goes on one at a time, it starts when you care to act, it starts when you do it again after […]
Concludes: if only poets write
0428: A River Runs Through
1135: Share your bookself
Sherry Chandler writes: Apollo, not Dionysos you might say, if you say that kind of thing. My Daddy served both gods. I chose one. Do I regret that choice? Only when the moonlight dapples through midsummer trees, foxes dart in the shadows, and Daddy dances through my dreams.