Archive for the 'Poetry' Category

DEAR MARGUERITE

June 16th, 2014

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 […]

PRETTY WOMEN WONDER; WHERE MY SECRET LIES..

June 12th, 2014

TRY TO BE A RAINBOW IN SOMEONE’S CLOUD

May 29th, 2014

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 […]

SHERRY CHANDLER IS TOO DANGEROUS…?

March 7th, 2014

ORDER YOURS (I ALREADY ORDERED MINE)…

March 3rd, 2014

FOR THE FIRST OF MARCH: AGAINST PANACHE

March 1st, 2014

From Sherry Chandler, The Bluegrass Poet, of course…

AMIRI BARAKA, 1934-2014…

January 13th, 2014

Dramatist, novelist and poet…

NELSON MANDELA AND WILLIAM HENLEY…

December 13th, 2013

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 […]

I FOUND A GIRL WHO…

November 16th, 2013

11:11 A.M., 11 November 1918…

November 11th, 2013

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 […]

SADLY, DOGS MAY NOT LAST AS LONG…

November 3rd, 2013

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 […]

WHY DO WE READ POETRY…?

September 24th, 2013

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.

FOUND IN A COFFEE HOUSE JOURNAL…

April 22nd, 2013

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 […]

TAYLOR MALI: CONVICTION IS IMPORTANT…

April 17th, 2013

My blog-sis Shamash sends us this wonderful poem from Taylor Mali.

MARGE PIERCY: THE LOW ROAD

December 13th, 2012

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 […]

A WRYNECK FROM THE ORGANIC MECHANIC…

December 9th, 2012

Concludes: if only poets write

WATER, LOTS AND LOTS OF WATER…

October 15th, 2012

0428: A River Runs Through

MY ANCESTORS, MY FAMILY, MY CHILDREN…

September 11th, 2012

1135: Share your bookself

DAPPLING, DARTING AND DANCING…

September 10th, 2012

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.

WHERE ARE CLEVELAND’S BOOK LEECHES…?

July 19th, 2012

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