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.
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.
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,
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.
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,
Mountain (Relievo)
And when you climb,
Anticipate the weight
Of the journey—
Rope,
Dad had a birthday today. “I never thought I’d live to 82,” he said.
“Dad,” I told him,
“Some days I feel the ground shifting beneath me, the revelations bursting like fireworks over my head,” I wrote a few days into inviting the bogeyman of Dad’s mental illness onto my blog.
The day after I put my secret blog post together about the Children of Suicide, I got emotional backlash. I had thought I could write about other people’s trauma,
Writing an anonymous blog during the years that I did unlocked me in ways I hadn’t expected. When you write as an occupation, you must concern yourself with markets and audiences,
The challenge was to make a poem from book titles. I had a hard time getting the light right on the photo,