Disruption on ParadeNo matter its name, no matter yoursNo rules apply hereIf your eyes grew wider would you capture light thin the fearFresh from mediocrity my fingers struggle and still I persistswallow wholeBreathTonePulseA simple concept in this pre-packagedworldeach separate but … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Disruption on Parade
Exhale SlowlyAfter the foot departs in theirSearch for meaning andA good woman done wrong,The earth moves and five minutesAgo rain tapped out. Today’s lessonIs humility. Up to down, right to left,I follow. What is the color Of love or a shadow’s weight?Above the sky or below the waves,Some days pain drags behind meNo matter what. Exhale slowly that longTunnel ribbed in silence. In keeping with my intent to create something small every day and to resurrect my poetry practice, I plan to publish on this site one of my poems every few days. I won’t do it every day because … Continue reading Something Small, Every Day (or so): Exhale Slowly
Cemetery Garden: A Cento In every room of my home, the candles had been pinched dark,(1) my mind spends much of its time reliving finished conversations. (2) I think perhaps an apple is the universe and your body is an orchard full of trees, (3) the bitter taste of half a life. What if you weren’t afraid? (4) Which shadow glittered, which shadow dimmed? I learned not to regret. (5) You strangle on the sweet air, leave little ghosts of scent behind you. You will lean to the earth alone. (6) ***** Sources: (Numbered after the line quoted) (1) Mary … Continue reading NaPoWriMo Day 19
I’m pleased to have two bits of my artistic efforts published in the world today. Two Cento’s are in Unlost Journal, with thanks to Dale Wisely, Howie Good, and Laura Gregory for selecting them. The August issue of Pithead Chapel features my photo … Continue reading Publication Twofer
Fear tempers my love of the letters Of this world which are as pins Through the body, like a woman in love With her own making, infatuated with all Corners of the blemished universe. The heart closes its doors, becomes … Continue reading Fear & Flow
This morning I was listening to Pandora and I started thinking about some of the song lyrics that resonate with me. I’d been thinking recently about constructing a cento so I decided to write one using song lyrics instead of … Continue reading Cento: Fiendin’ #Poetry
Think of me as grass stain, skinned knee, sliver of new moon, unseen tremors or the chill rasp of sparked surprise, rose petals and blood in the palm of your hand, teardrops coated in phosphorus. Say hosanna. Let it mean Save Me. ~~~ Credits: Milo Gallagher, Robert Okaji, Christina Clark, Christine Beck, Clare Martin, Erren Kelly. So this is my first attempt at the Cento, defined as “a poetic form made up of lines from poems by other poets” on Poets.org. Essentially, I perused the “poetry I like” tag on my Pocket account and pulled lines that spoke to me. … Continue reading Cento: When I Go
