Grotesquely muffled,the dancers, facesflushed with food, packed into a throngof neighbors. My heart gave a jump–a storm door, wooden. She was there in another moment, into the night. No mercy. The horse’s headhanging under the umbrella,water running in the gutter. Pleasant journey! The coachman,the waiter:transparent,shelter at the stationin the shadows. Goodbye.Goodbye.The hospital? Take good care.Goodbye.IContinue reading “#404: Two Erasure Poems on April 1, 2022”
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#375: Poem on April 1, 2021
Okay, first of all, happy National Poetry Month! Second of all, I feel just a little bit of shame that I have not posted a poem on this blog site since April 30th of 2020. I have, over the last seven years, been in the habit of celebrating National Poetry Month by writing a singleContinue reading “#375: Poem on April 1, 2021”
#348: On the Last Day of National Poetry Month, the American English Teacher Writes Several Minimalist Poems About Things He Finds in the Staff Lounge
Coffee Made a single cup; fuel needed after waking at 4 in the morning. Vinegar There’s a bottle of balsamic on the table, waiting to be drizzled over someone’s leftovers for lunch. 100 Hits Here’s a copy of Billboard’s Hottest Hot 100 Hits, a gift to the staff lounge from an intern of mine fromContinue reading “#348: On the Last Day of National Poetry Month, the American English Teacher Writes Several Minimalist Poems About Things He Finds in the Staff Lounge”
#347: A Prose Poem Meditation on the Penultimate Day of National Poetry Month by the American English Teacher in His Potentially Penultimate Professional Year, Ending in a Rhyming Couplet
The natives are restless, the 9th graders are rowdy, won’t stop talking, interrupt almost every teacher phrase with chatter, and because my intern has the class, I am completely unruffled. It’s the penultimate day of National Poetry Month and this is my penultimate poem in prose in the April of my potentially penultimate school yearContinue reading “#347: A Prose Poem Meditation on the Penultimate Day of National Poetry Month by the American English Teacher in His Potentially Penultimate Professional Year, Ending in a Rhyming Couplet”
#311: Warning
Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate anything in this room. This bag is not a toy. This thing right here: do not eat. Watch your step. If symptoms persist, consult your physician. I am out of band-aids. Men below, please don’t throw. Slow children. This hand sanitizer is flammable. Think about that for a minute.Continue reading “#311: Warning”
#220: A Poem for Janine on the 29th Day of the Month of April
Do you remember, Janine, when we were not yet out of grade school, how we used to play at movie-making? We had no cameras or camcorders or iphones, only our minds to record the scenes conjured from unbound imagination, uninhibited and improvised, film stars in a film no one was watching nor would ever. SometimesContinue reading “#220: A Poem for Janine on the 29th Day of the Month of April”
#215: The Actor “Decides” the Last Scene is Four Lines Too Long and Does Some Spontaneous Editing On Stage
Moving through the last show of the run, it was hard to contain my happiness. Through the first four acts I felt downright giddy. It was difficult to suppress the smiles and there was a kind of laughter inside, too flattering sweet to be substantial. I was happy the run was near an end butContinue reading “#215: The Actor “Decides” the Last Scene is Four Lines Too Long and Does Some Spontaneous Editing On Stage”
#196: The Actor’s Nightmare
He stirs in the middle of the night, suddenly certain there are speeches in the play that he’s missed, didn’t even know were his, and on which he has not yet begun to work–days before dress rehearsal. In his sleep these lines appear with vivid specificity; he can hear the words and see the typeface and they seem every bit as realContinue reading “#196: The Actor’s Nightmare”
#189: Writing A Lune With My Students
Well, hello, and welcome to the annual poetry writing extravaganza in celebration of National Poetry Month during which suckers like myself attempt to write and publish a poem every day during the merry merry month of April. My first outing follows the instructions (optional as always) found on the National Poetry Writing Month website, where eachContinue reading “#189: Writing A Lune With My Students”
#148: I’ve Got To Write A Poem
I’ve Got to Write a Poem The boy says, daddy, come play with me, and I say, no son, I’ve got to write a poem. A pitfall of national poetry writing month: potentially bad, or at least neglectful parenting. Oh, damn, that’s right, he says, it’s April. You never play with me in April. AndContinue reading “#148: I’ve Got To Write A Poem”
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