I’d better answer that question about oranges before somebody uses all the ones I can remember. What a surprise that Shanna knows about The Orange Show! It’s not a poem but a wacky folk art place dedicated to THE ORANGE here in Houston. Without further ado, here’s "Sunday Morning" by Wallace Stevens. I hadn’t rememberedContinue reading “Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens”
Write a poem that is actually one long sentence. It must contain one of each of these things: a small animal (i.e. tree frog, gecko, etc.) a brand name (i.e. Mazola, Hasbro, Taco Bell) a synonym for road a color a date (i.e. February 18) the word “scratch” somebody’s name a loud noise The sequenceContinue reading “One”
1st This is what you must know: (this is the background of the story, the foundation, the 1) the city is white 2) most cities are white 3) All cities are white; it’s in their nature, by definition and clearly stated 4) thatContinue reading “1st by Cole Swensen”
There are a whole bunch of literary magazines sprawling across my desk, and I've been grooving to them. On deck we have: eye-rhyme: Journal of Experimental Literature, Spinning Jenny, The Canary, and POOL. I'm amazed at the diversity and beauty of literary publications that's available these days. Here's a poem from POOL that I rereadContinue reading “Periodically”
Last month I heard Sophie Cabot Black read from her new book The Descent at Brazos Bookstore in Houston. Afterwards, I couldn’t stop thinking about the poems, so I ordered the book. Now I’m steeping in these lyrics of quiet intensity. The phrase "quiet intensity" is a poetry cliche of sorts, so I want toContinue reading “The Descent by Sophie Cabot Black”
Let the snake wait underhis weedand the writingbe of words, slow and quick, sharpto strike, quiet to wait,sleepless.— through metaphor to reconcilethe people and the stones.Compose. (No ideasbut in things) Invent!Saxifrage is my flower that splitsthe rocks. William Carlos Williams
In oPen 11 I provided half a poem. Here’s the poem by Ralph Angel in its entirety: This Today, my love,leaves are thrashing the windjust as pedestrians are erecting again the buildings of this drabforbidding city,and our lives, as I lose track of them,are the lives of others derailing in time andgetting things done.Impossible toContinue reading “Source Code 11”
I’ve got to tell you how I love you always I think of it on grey mornings with death in my mouth the tea is never hot enough then and the cigarette dry the maroon robe chills me I need you and look out the window at the noiseless snow At night on the dockContinue reading “Morning by Frank O’hara”
I haven’t discussed it so much on this blog because I have another one, an alter ego blog about all things family, but I am a fairly new mom. My daughter, now 8 months old, is getting to be a lot of fun. We’ve been reading aloud to her since she was an embryo. We’veContinue reading “Twinkle, Twinkle / Tyger, Tyger”
A few of my poems appear in print this month. Check out "Easy Chair" in 88 (their 5th one) and "Dream Manifesto" in the newest issue of Pleiades, if you get a chance. The poems will be in the print versions of these publications, not on their web sites.
It’s a poem! It’s prose! It’s a new genre entirely in Claudia Rankine’s 4th book of poems, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely (Graywolf 2004). This book is riveting, both in terms of its content and its hybrid form. Part cultural critique, part memoir, this volume provides a seamless marriage of the personal and the political.Continue reading “Don’t Let Me Be Lonely”
Disappointed about the election results this week and still feeling it. Here’s "In a Dark Time" by Roethke: In a dark time, the eye begins to see, I meet my shadow in the deepening shade; I hear my echo in the echoing wood– A lord of nature weeping to a tree. I live between theContinue reading “In a Dark Time”
Here are eleven new words for you to play with today. papaya clicks torso flipping lunch tear hum-colored pocket toothpick 12:40 poems If they capture your imagination, add your writing in the comments section below.
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”
Here’s my true confession for today. Way back when–almost 20 years ago–I admit that as a student I wrote some sonnets. That is what students do, right? Recently one called “A Berryman House” was published in an online journal. It’s strange to see your older work getting published. My friend Cynie Cory published American GirlContinue reading “A Berryman House”