January days Travel too Winter play
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January days Travel too Winter play
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It’s too hot in here, I’m too removed from who I was. How did the settlers do it, pushing past sweat to build walls, and how long did they live, after all? I’m coming up on a special year, probably decades past what they saw, and have a rich sense of living these final days….
Altering metaphors of existence are the wanderer’s primer for survival. Joy of journeying doesn’t lie in witnessing what’s lighted upon, which larder is laid bare but where it’s taken to. Some distances are worth stalking, as they oust us from ourselves. The post Manege | Sanjeev Sethi appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source…
Rugged, ragged, thread bare, shocking, We all have these Unmentionables hidden in our lives. Everyone just tries to pretend they are made of pure unblemished silk. The post Unmentionables | Edgar Law appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
People act so polite, wearing their civil mask attire. “How are you?” as she scans each item. “Fine, fine, and you?” as he pulls out his card. But should those shelves one day be empty, and should those bellies one day be growling, how soon it shall be before niceties are left in the store…
Robert Bly (via Rothenberg, Kelly, and Lorca) popularized deep-image prose poetry that emphasized concentrating on concrete images to arrive at spiritual meaning. Decades later photographer Jody Servon and poet Lorene Delany-Ullman re-energize this concept with their gorgeous artist book SAVED: OBJECTS OF THE DEAD (Published by Artsuite, 2023). The collaborators gathered items of those who…
Last week I mentioned that I often compare poets to dogs. I received a few emails asking me to elaborate. So I want to ask, Am I the only one who thinks this way? Should I teach a seminar on helping poets find their inner dog? There are, after all, just so many similarities between…