WEDNESDAYS WITH DENISE: APRIL 17, 2024

I shun father and mother and wife and brother, when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation. Expect me not to show cause why I seek or why I exclude company….

After many years on this earth I’m outraged that we are Still the type of nation where Spineless leaders cower at The feet of degenerates who Want to destroy other souls Just because of the color of their skin Or the origins of their families, That we still have so few voices in One of…

if I go on the famous TV show hold me to this won’t tuck in my shirt, won’t shave that’s what fame is doing what you want because you can if the interview is live they are in trouble better have the 7 second delay cocked the F bomb is loaded and ready boring doesn’t…

Beautiful SPRING day The room dark and somber. I sleep peacefully. The post Spring Day | Mónika Tóth appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

It’s National Poetry Month, and so many poets I know are churning out a poem-a-day. They are emailing and asking for prompts, for any ideas to trigger inspiration. I don’t have anything to offer them. I feel old, dried up. But every time I am asked, I think of this poem by the brilliant Dante…