Monday, April 19, 2010
Here the ground cracks from over-exposure to the caressing rays of the sun. Water afraid of the stages of matter refuses God and the ground hungers for violent release, the flash of lighting, the harsh pelting sting of rain. After, only after. The arroyos swell with pride; courses through expectant beds water transforms. A scouring agent. After. I found a child's perfect plastic heart. I imagine unruly hair the color of the raven plaited into submission, tennis shoes scuffed from placing one foot atop the next, her body rocks gently, her strategy in minding Momma's edict to Be Still. In her hand she clutches a bracelet she strung from beads, all by herself.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Got Cliche?
I torture (it's my wicked and unruly sense of humor) a dear friend of mine (who will remain nameless and who has a physical aversion to cliche) with a steady dialogue of poetic cliches. Perhaps it is the southern vernacular that makes it so easy to drop bombs from my tongue, or perhaps it is simply that I have the gift of cliche or more likely it is that my own work suffers a bit from recyclable bits of obvious. In honor of the over-worn I am looking to compile a list of favorite poetic cliches. I am not sure what I will do with the list, perhaps a cento for my dear friend.
I torture (it's my wicked and unruly sense of humor) a dear friend of mine (who will remain nameless and who has a physical aversion to cliche) with a steady dialogue of poetic cliches. Perhaps it is the southern vernacular that makes it so easy to drop bombs from my tongue, or perhaps it is simply that I have the gift of cliche or more likely it is that my own work suffers a bit from recyclable bits of obvious. In honor of the over-worn I am looking to compile a list of favorite poetic cliches. I am not sure what I will do with the list, perhaps a cento for my dear friend.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
National Poetry Month: Open for Suggestions
April is National Poetry Month, and many of my friends and fellow poets are participating in a NaPoWri (which means write a poem a day for the month of April)' as has been my record of late, I started writing on April 1st, and dropped out on April 5th. Many of my friends are posting over at The Academy of American Poets Site and others on their blogs or via email or on-line poetry forums. The Dallas Poets Community is having a 20 year birthday-celebration and 14 hour poetry-thon Saturday April 10th from 9:00 am to 11:00 pm at Half Price Books (Northwest Highway and Central). I read for 15 minutes from 10:45-11:00 and host from 11:00 to 12:00, I am a bit nervous but likely will bluster through. I have decided to read a mix of established poets with a few of my own thrown in, so far I have picked two poems. Mark Strand's Eating Poetry, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's What the Heart of a Young Man Said to the Psalmist (One of my personal favorite poems, perhaps the first adult poem I --circa 7th grade); I am thinking I might read Mark Doty, Billy Collins, Marge Piercy, and Jack Gilbert--still deciding which ones, and I am open for suggestions. Of my own I will likely read Marrow, Red Planet, and What Breaks the Human Heart. We will see if I change my mind. Wishing everyone a wonderful month of Poetry.
April is National Poetry Month, and many of my friends and fellow poets are participating in a NaPoWri (which means write a poem a day for the month of April)' as has been my record of late, I started writing on April 1st, and dropped out on April 5th. Many of my friends are posting over at The Academy of American Poets Site and others on their blogs or via email or on-line poetry forums. The Dallas Poets Community is having a 20 year birthday-celebration and 14 hour poetry-thon Saturday April 10th from 9:00 am to 11:00 pm at Half Price Books (Northwest Highway and Central). I read for 15 minutes from 10:45-11:00 and host from 11:00 to 12:00, I am a bit nervous but likely will bluster through. I have decided to read a mix of established poets with a few of my own thrown in, so far I have picked two poems. Mark Strand's Eating Poetry, and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's What the Heart of a Young Man Said to the Psalmist (One of my personal favorite poems, perhaps the first adult poem I --circa 7th grade); I am thinking I might read Mark Doty, Billy Collins, Marge Piercy, and Jack Gilbert--still deciding which ones, and I am open for suggestions. Of my own I will likely read Marrow, Red Planet, and What Breaks the Human Heart. We will see if I change my mind. Wishing everyone a wonderful month of Poetry.
Monday, April 5, 2010
Singularity
Just a picture and my signature noise. Random, chaotic and rather loosely connected (more likely unconnected-but allow me this small concession). I am writing again, unfamiliar and tentative, new shoes, unbroken leather, missing my telltale heel to toe scuffs. Nervous feet in perpetual motion.
Just a picture and my signature noise. Random, chaotic and rather loosely connected (more likely unconnected-but allow me this small concession). I am writing again, unfamiliar and tentative, new shoes, unbroken leather, missing my telltale heel to toe scuffs. Nervous feet in perpetual motion.
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