#436: One More (I Promise, the Last) Metaphor Dice Poem on April 28, 2022

poetry. sacrosanct. midwife. Thirty days has the cruelest monthand thirty days in a row for nine yearsduring April I have written a poem.I try and mostly fail to communicateto my students the worth of such a thing, poetry in and of itself, yes, let alonewriting one every day for thirty days, but they don’t quiteContinue reading “#436: One More (I Promise, the Last) Metaphor Dice Poem on April 28, 2022”

#423: An Easter Egg Poem on April 17, 2022

On Easter Eve, my house was egged. Yeah, we were watchingtelevision when suddenlystartled by the intensebombardment on the wall inside of whichwe were engrossed in a show, a wall covered,I might add, with windows, single paned, old glass, that luckily, did not shatter. These guys had to havepretty good arms, becauseour house is set awayContinue reading “#423: An Easter Egg Poem on April 17, 2022”