In keeping with the April Fools theme, and in a sideways response to today’s prompt on the National Poetry Writing Month website, I offer poem number two for your consideration: Lies My Presidents Told Me I did not sleep with that woman, while, technically a lie, can also be seen as the truth, as itContinue reading “#2: Lies My Presidents Told Me”
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#1: April Fools
What follows is the first poem of thirty I plan to write to celebrate National Poetry Month, a poem for every day in April. Let’s begin, appropriately enough, with a poem about the significance of April the first, a strange little holiday if there ever was one. The composition part went pretty smoothly, but here’sContinue reading “#1: April Fools”
It’s April: National Poetry Writing Month!
Wasn’t it T.S. Eliot who wrote that April is the cruelest month? Of course it was; it’s the first line, and perhaps the most famous line* from The Wasteland. What’s so cruel about April, T.S. Eliot? He must have known something about National Poetry Writing Month. But there is something considerably less cruel in my estimationContinue reading “It’s April: National Poetry Writing Month!”
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