From nine to 13 (or 14) years-old I confessed on Saturdays.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned”: (Default, even for a young kid).
I bartered sins then, I barter them now — inflation takes its measure.
I prayed three days ago for the first time in years; faltered at the start.
“Infinity,” I said, groping for a title [...]
Posts from ‘March, 2009’
Tuesday in the land of filtered regrets
writing a poem to write a poem shouldn’t be allowed but it is
Corridors
Less than complete, he walked away.
He was only an old friend’s excuse
to hug, to graze his cheek. To bare white
pickpocket teeth. Sweating
for another identity, a foreign name,
a thicker tongue, his jacket grew light.
Nibbles from the outsider section.
Badly edited directions that safe
people would stray from only if assured.
Oprah’s chef tried the sauce and lived.
Oprah gave it [...]
walking in a favorite place
Early green flames now a brush.
Broad daubs stroke the forest.
White trillium clumps
brighten deepening Spring.
Yesterday (March 27) at Tryon Creek State Park.
Go to RWP for more spring inspired poetry.
yippee, my collaboration with Christine is up at qarrtsiluni
Carrying on the dream theme, “When Dreams Swim With Cities of Men,” my collaboration with Christine Swint, is up today at qarrtsiluni! You can go here to see the video.
(More thanks than can be expressed go to Christine, a wonderful creative, poet and collaborator, and to Dana and Nathan for accepting our poem for qarrtsiluni. [...]
how can it be Tuesday already?
I’ve been having vivid dreams. Nothing quite so odd as being the clothed person in a room full of nekked co-workers, but still.
Last night Steve Martin (the comedian, artist, writer) was the new chief lecturer at the school where I was a freshman. He picked me as his TA and would only work through me. [...]
only remotely related to Denise Duhamel’s Delta Flight 659
This month at poem. we are looking closely at Denise Duhamel’s “Delta Flight 659.” Carolee and Jill got permission from Denise to post it, and it has been fun (and challenging) to think on it as poetry, as device, as all sorts of things.
Now, this last week we were to write our own poem. I [...]
about April and all that poetry
I’m going to do it. I won’t post every day. Nope. I am traveling to Arizona to see my mom & dad (and uncle and maybe a cousin) the first part of April, and I am going on a trip to the Oregon coast (another long weekend) the middle of the month. I won’t have [...]
100% honest day, coming on Saturday, March 21st
Saturday, March 21*, all 24-hours of it, I will be inviting (any and all) my readers to ask me an honest question. And I swear by the skies of thunder that I will reply honestly.
(Hopefully my readers are honest and good and knowledgeable enough not to ask unanswerable questions, of course.)
Here are the rules:
The asked [...]
In Portland, Oregon, “24/7″ marks seven years of war this weekend
“24/7″: 24 CONCERTS IN ONE DAY TO MARK SEVEN YEARS OF WAR
Dozens of Portland’s most accomplished musicians offer a huge gift to the region.
By mid-March, the United States will have been at war in Afghanistan and Iraq for seven years. To mark this anniversary over 150 of the Portland area’s best classical musicians are uniting [...]
hot August poetry in March
The Time Vermilion Had a Subjective Curiosity About Its Affect on Skin
It’s 2PM in a dusty August sun
Engineers haven’t structured
A biology that can keep
Your shoulders, a burning
Sour cherry candy on my lips
A parrot flies, dreaming:
Green fruit the size of the moon
Globes drop like yesterday’s tea
Lay sweet on my tongue, now dry
A poem occasioned by memories [...]
