Archive for the 'Poetry' Category

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

Previously…

HAVE YOU SHARPENED YOUR AX LATELY…?

July 12th, 2012

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…

WRITERS LIVE OUTSIDE THE COMFORT ZONE…

May 4th, 2012

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 [...]

ALL HAIL PIP AND MASTER COPPERFIELD…

February 2nd, 2012

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 [...]

YOU THINK LEARNING MANDARIN IS HARD…?

January 3rd, 2012

Imagine trying to teach students in an English as as Second Language course this: Dearest creature in creation, Study English pronunciation. I will teach you in my verse Sounds like corpse, corps, horse, and worse. I will keep you, Suzy, busy, Make your head with heat grow dizzy. Tear in eye, your dress will tear. [...]

TWAS THE NOCTURNAL TIME…

December 25th, 2011

Edward Willet writes: ’Twas the nocturnal time of the preceding day To the day we call Christmas (which is, by the way, Just a modern twist on the eons-old fight To use feast and fire to end winter’s night). And all through our dwelling (a.k.a. the house), Not a creature was stirring, not even a [...]

BOB DYLAN ON A NARROW COT…

December 21st, 2011

Sherry Chandler writes: I dreamed I was taking clothes down from the line on a windy day and a sweat suit blown into my body by the wind wrapped its arms and legs around me like a child and held on. I carried it indoors and laid it on a narrow cot. The thing begged [...]

WHEN DID WRITERS BECOME NERDS…?

December 11th, 2011

Honorée Fanonne Jeffers writes: As a writer, I spend most of my time alone, and for the most part, I like it that way. But until this week, I didn’t want to admit that I’ve hungered for a nerdy community made up of folks from the African Diaspora; I love my non-Black friends, but there’s [...]

WE ARE THEN, WE ARE NOW, WE ARE…

December 1st, 2011

The invisible soul was crying to break free the little girl peered in the glass gingerly a woman stared back, her eyes became me The three of us stopped and my heart skipped a beat The little girl and the woman became complete The little girls skin was broken and scarred The woman in the [...]

HOW TO LIVE GRACEFULLY…

November 28th, 2011

1259: Auden on graceful poverty

LIFE IS TOO SHORT FOR PERFECTION…

January 8th, 2011

1938: “Remember the Deep Root of Your Being”

WHERE I’LL BE THIS AFTERNOON…

November 5th, 2010

Howl Showtimes Cedar Lee 2163 Lee Road, Cleveland Heights, OH 1:40 4:45 9:25pm 1hr 26min – Drama? Director: Jeffrey Friedman – Cast: James Franco, David Strathairn, Jon Hamm, Treat Williams, Bob Balaban Young Allen Ginsberg recounts in his famously confessional, leave-nothing-out style the road trips, love affairs and search for personal liberation that led to [...]

BOMBARD AWAY…!

September 19th, 2010

Via Sherry Chandler…

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