So, my artist and musician friend Curtis Settino just had an exhibition of a sculpting project he’s been working on for a number of years. His sculptures are these mostly fantastical creatures, some standing just six or seven inches off the ground, others four or five feet tall, all representing the action or theme ofContinue reading “#539: 1434–Behind”
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#525: On the Impending TikTok Ban
The following is just an essay disguised as a poem. I sometimes have the suspicion that most of my poems are just essays in disguise. I’m just writing sentences and then breaking them into lines. It looks like a duck, but it doesn’t walk or quack like a duck. It doesn’t smell like a duck.Continue reading “#525: On the Impending TikTok Ban”
#522: An “Epic” Poem in Response to the Proust Questionnaire
I don’t know that this makes a good poem, but it did, I think, have therapeutic value. Know thyself. That’s what Socrates says, anyway. It’s a big job, it turns out. I am outside on a clear day; in woods, or by water, birdsong everywhere, music and good drink, with someonewho loves me, or inContinue reading “#522: An “Epic” Poem in Response to the Proust Questionnaire”
#516: It’s a Fight
Author’s Note: This could be the stupidest thing I have ever written. Here’s a poem in response to the prompt to write about a fight between two unlikely combatants. This is what comes, sometimes, of forced creativity. You must write something, even if it’s terrible. In this corner, weighing hardly a quarter of a pound,Continue reading “#516: It’s a Fight”
#511: The Missing Purse
I was out last night to see some friends play music and I was standingat a bar facing the stage for optimumviewing and listening and there was this couple standing next to mewho at one point asked me if I couldsave their places for them. They were only gone for about fouror five minutes butContinue reading “#511: The Missing Purse”
#500: On the Writing of 500 Poems
On the Writing of 500 Poems On April 1, 2013, I wrote the first poem I would everpublish as a blog post. Today, eleven years and fourteen days later, I write my 500th poemon the occasionof having written 500poems in eleven years. This doesn’t seem like nothing, but I know somepoets who have written aContinue reading “#500: On the Writing of 500 Poems”
#497: Does a potato grow in coastal clime?
Some explanation is in order. Today’s prompt on the glorious NaPoWriMo website is to play with sound, particularly with rhyme. Additionally, the prompt comes with further instructions to find ten specific types of words to begin with, and then to create a bank of rhyming words for those initial ten. I want to create myContinue reading “#497: Does a potato grow in coastal clime?”
#489: Ode to the Zip-up Hoodie
Between October and into the very last days of AprilI am wearing you, one of three zip-uphoodies I own. I favor you over pull-overhoodies, because, when things heat up,you can be removed so quickly, and put back onwhen things cool down, and then you can be removed, and put back on, and removed, and putContinue reading “#489: Ode to the Zip-up Hoodie”
#488: My son at eighteen years becomes a fan . . .
I’m having a really hard time with the idea that the 8th of April might be the first day on which I don’t complete the composition of two poems, one of which must be a sonnet. I could let myself off the hook, I suppose, because yesterday I posted a 28 line sonnet, or, rather,Continue reading “#488: My son at eighteen years becomes a fan . . .”
#479: Spiders
Once gigantic spider-like creatures ruled this world. They were as big as lions or gorillas. The Strangest Things in the World, Thomas R. Henry Spiders I don’t kill spiders any more. For the most part, I ignore them.When I can, I scoop them upand I put them outside, which, depending I supposeon the variety ofContinue reading “#479: Spiders”
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