Peculiar Name | JD DeHart

As I’ve told my wife too many times, the meaning of any poem hides in the marriage of cadence and sound. Vowels on a carousel, consonants on a calliope, whistles and bells, we need them all tickling our ears. Otherwise, the lines are gristle and fat, no meat. Is it any wonder, then, my wife…

So who is this Soul that you sing of? This silent witness Who counts the leaves off of trees instead of gathering them? And raking them into a funerary pile, Into the giant hill that your better self will fall from, Or jump into. Up to your eyeballs, Up to your own private crown of…

One day this gravel and pavement recitation will make sense We watched the open road disappear beneath rapidly turning wheels Swore we’d never go back Now here we are pulling in, gassed out, to our surprise This old place looks new. The post Road Will Rise | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best Poetry. Go…

In the old days, performers wore masks to show their emotions. We have microphones. How we move through the sea of tragic events, the constant rattle of news stories, says something about us. I have a box I like to put ideas in and then I come back to them when I am later able….

From an encyclopedia article on Roger Angell: Newsweek article titled “Angell of the Base Paths,” David Lehman made note of what he called Angell’s “poetic resonance” and quoted Angell: “If I was influenced by anyone, I guess it was by my stepfather, E. B. White…. He suffered writing but made it look easy. >> What prompted the…