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I missed another day; working on the house renovations took over the whole day. (Until we got back to the apartment, where I stayed awake long enough to shower and eat!) Anyway, here are two poem for your Monday. We are almost at the end of National Poetry Month. I hope you have enjoyed the…
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Here is another collections of books I have recently read, courtesy of NetGalley. *** Dark is When the Devil Comes by Daisy Pearce This book is creepy as hell. Not quite nightmare-inducing, but not far from it. When Hazel returns to her hometown following a failed marriage, she is struggling to adapt to the next…
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I first read Bhanu Kapil’s The Vertical Interrogation of Strangers in college and I was absolutely enthralled. This was poetry I had never seen before, formless and unstructured. It struck me in a way I couldn’t explain, and changed how I wrote poetry. A month from now. A week from now. Tomorrow. When he goes.…
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As usual, I have managed to read faster than I write, and I have fallen behind on my NetGalley reviews. Here is a handful for you to peruse and see if any appeal to you. More are to come over the next few days! *** Traversal by Maria Popova I have been a fan of…
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I came here so that theI came to be equal in surprise toI came empty-handed before being driedI am a poisonous epochI was at four a shape of love and reasonI was at fifteen capable of heinous pityI’m not so foolish as toI think at 34 that I know who the best poets areI saw…
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So, I didn’t forget to post poetry on my birthday but did manage to miss the day after. Go figure. Here are two poems to make up for yesterday’s loss. I even chose a great one for April 17 in honor of the New Moon. Better late than never, I guess. New Moon by Ted…
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I’m posting this a bit late today. I didn’t forget; I’ve been out and about celebrating my birthday. Welcome, 49! Today I shall celebrate myself, and share my own work with you. *** End of the Daydream by Nicole Kapise-Perkins Maybe I’m doing betterat looking past red flags.I wish to be happier;I remind myself even…
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Talk to me of vineyards pungent with basil and thyme, of fireflies, shooting stars, and long hot summer nights. For winter has gone on much too long. Copyright © D.W. Rodgers | Year Posted 2014
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Eyelids are the final petals closing on this life. When I die, place crocuses on my eyes—they will guide me. I kneel down next to the crocuses, touch them gingerly as if they were puppies with pin teeth jumping excitedly in the firth breeze. At last the snow has left us, cleaned the earth for…
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For Day 2 of National Poetry Month, I give you Robert Graves’ “Babylon”: The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all’s poetry with him. Rhyme and music flow in plenty For the lad of one-and-twenty, But Spring for him is no more now Than…
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