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I have a favorite kind of poem in January: origin poems, fables, midrash. After all, the first month of the year is the time to begin again. Or at least to imagine one can begin again. Today I’ve been reading and rereading this sonnet by Diane Raptosh, which is the opening poem in her collection,…
Renditions of slight tapping And soft footsteps Spring into existence In the heavy resting places That exist in my mind. Those places of memory Those places of steeping stillness Where you look into the water And you’re content with only seeing the surface. The strangeness of what is underneath You cannot know You cannot see….
After dinner, two play violinas she dances on a pub table, just hours before her flight.While she steals an umbrella and gets caught outhe takes off Elvis, Saturday night. There’s one that quotes comedians verbatimas another cries her karaoke eyes out, having her lyrical say.As one of them eats spag.bol at 4 a.m.two water-pistol pedestrians…
Mr Nonsense talked of nonsensein his nonsense asylum.Talking nonsense, doing nonsensehe got from his nonsense mum. Go to Source Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
Last week I started a series called A Virtual AWP, featuring poets that I would have loved to have met or heard read or lecture, whose books I’d have bought and had signed, had I attended. I felt then as I guess many feel now, that a dark wave was rising up above the planet. But…
April This year April will be yellow and bright, with the usual UFOs appearing in the heavens to those who can spot them. Chaucer and Eliot pop their heads up to let us know how sweet or cruel the rest of the season will be. Memories of girls named April spring back to life. …
