Pastorelles

When I was a child growing up in rural Arkansas, sometimes my dad would take me fishing.  We would sit on either end of a banged-up metal boat, drifting along the shore of a lake in the early morning hours.  I’m not talking rod and reel bass master fishing.  We would casually cast out ourContinue reading “Pastorelles”

More about Berryman

Thanks for the interesting comments on John Berryman. Re: the observations by Christa and Jeff, I guess the photo (taken by my father) that I posted with A Berryman House provides a sense of desolation, devastation? Jeff’s analogy of the Turner painting is interesting in many ways. I’m thinking about the idea of this landscapeContinue reading “More about Berryman”

“blue: the sea, the sky, the unknown”

"blue: the sea, the sky, the unknown" a stone to pound open greenalmond husks — white inside the seed inside the seed finding the moon reflected in waves .. . another mystery: the deep bluesea made of clear water how our eyes create love by Meredith Stricker, from tenderness shore© Meredith Stricker

Orange Spines

The latest issue of FENCE magazine reminded me of this. After my freshman English course, I had pretty much completely cruised the poetry selection in the Norton anthology. I was not sure how to proceed. I had developed an appetite for poetry but wasn’t sure where to go get seconds. I decided that the slimContinue reading “Orange Spines”

How to Stay Curious

I’ve been considering the possibility of starting a blog about all-things-poetry for many months now. It’s not that I think I have the answers. Or even the questions. I’m not looking for a soapbox. But I am interested in the blog as zocolo, as town square, a place of exchange and conversation. I attended twoContinue reading “How to Stay Curious”