Archive for the 'Poetry' Category
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.
From Quietness by Rumi: Take an ax to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like someone suddenly born into color. Do it now. Via Shamash on Facebook…
I decided to do this to get out of my comfort zone and force myself to write. I need to keep my ego reined, so I am giving the poetry away; the only copy. If it’s the best poem I’ll ever write, I’ll be letting it go with whomever requested it. I’ll be letting go […]
The amazing Kentucky poet Sherry Chandler and I shared Bourbon on the porch at Wild Acres this past summer and so when I read this line in her post on the poetry of Amy King — I felt a little like a Dickens character thrown into the middle of a Gertrude Stein piece – a […]