you see in me a girl obsessed with Argentinean poets a women fascinated by failed policy I see in me a girl stirred by stories appalled by situations A women disappointed, delighted, and drained by you
Let America be America Again
As the last day of poetry month arrived I was reading all the disturbing Arizona immigration garbage when I was momentarily distracted by something that, even in my relatively short life, I would never have imagined I’d be reading. An article about Hugo Chavez exhorting Fidel Castro and Evo Morales …
The Spoken Word
In 2007, wow three years ago, I wrote two poems for national poetry month and posted them in a blog post titled National Poetry Month — Write a Poem, Read a Poem. Here is the favorite. The Spoken Word the written word is many things it makes me mad invokes feeling to …
A Poetic Tribute or Two
As poetry month closes, I see many of you have done a poetic tribute or two, and good for you. You, suffering so well through my repeats, have allowed me to catch up on my drinking work, get ahead, almost finish even…. so yeah you. Concerned about destiny, space, time, …
Ashes and Waste Lands
As poetry month continues I opine on The Waste Land . A must read if you’ve not yet had the opportunity. Most of us read the version with Eliot’s original notes interspersed, the publisher squeezing the poet’s life story in on the side, in between paragraphs, or via endless footnotes. …
People Are Strange
People are strange when you’re a stranger Faces look ugly when you’re alone Women seem wicked when you’re unwanted Streets are uneven when you’re down Ordered an early birthday present. Makes a nice night shirt. I’m too old for posters. Anything Doors works for poetry month, yes? When you’re strange …
