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
This poem, by Jim Hall, is one of my favorite mashups, and I often read it in Talking to Your Characters and in Teen Poets at Bellevue College. To see Jim Hall’s take on his poem, as well as
“You built some dandy walls That held back the fire And the barbs But also the heat And the fruit That make it worth the suffering The wind will blow through the remains Of your fortress And that mournful
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
You’ll have Doctor Who for homework!!! Here’s what I’m offering at Bellevue College in the Spring (Registration probably begins in March): Geek Fiction Writing This course analyzes popular sci-fi, fantasy, superhero and dystopian screen favorites to discover what makes them
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