The taut ground of soothsayer Who broods in caverns for a glimpse of light. How have I lost the glinting stone I kept so long in my fist? I have thrown down despair And taken Struggle And now it prowls
Dancing on the Razor’s Edge You speak in riddles because You ache to speak. You ache for space To expand and contract. You cast your words into the chasm, To be caught by one Whose breathing holds your breath.
I have not shared any of my work-in-progress here because it has felt too close to the bone. It’s a YA. It’s about art. And it’s about time-travel. It’s about a girl who feels responsible for keeping someone else alive,
Those most beautiful I couldn’t read for a crowd. When Sexton, blind with love, Saw her daughter’s life stretch out, When Thomas sang in his chains like the sea, And refused to mourn– Once I was in that cold
This is a course description for a poetry class I hope to offer this summer at Bellevue College. Teen Poet: Dancing on the Razor’s Edge Poetry is dangerous. The instructor urges extreme caution. Bring paper, pens and words (caged if necessary).
This one goes out to Michelle Castleberry, and is best understood as a response to her fabulous poem, “The Gift.” Drones The night you stole the hives, We had gone out— A thousand of us guys— One last rollick on
This month I join a slew of poets who will send a postcard a day with an original poem written on it. This one goes to Lenora Good. The card had a frog on it, so here’s what emerged: Frogging
I don’t know about you, but after years of writing, I notice that I get into a stylistic rut. As I have mentioned before on this blog, the solution is theft. Today I’m going to steal from author Janet Lee
Mountain (Relievo) And when you climb, Anticipate the weight Of the journey— Rope, pick, Pack, piton— Consider The deceptiveness of glaciers, The hut you never reach, the gorge That takes you, without warning, To the bosom of the
Dad had a birthday today. “I never thought I’d live to 82,” he said. “Dad,” I told him, “You’re 85.” “Oh! So I am!” he said. We took him for a hamburger. In a couple of weeks there’s some