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.
Mountain (Relievo)
And when you climb,
Anticipate the weight
Of the journey—
Rope,
The challenge was to make a poem from book titles. I had a hard time getting the light right on the photo,
Another poem, discovered as I was packing. Evidently, I had to include certain words, chosen by the audience, hence, “the niceties of samosas and ivory smiles.”
This
Is not a poem,
so don’t go thinking it is.
Poems are loaded
with similes
like peach trees in August
and metaphor~
a naked man running.
Found a bunch of somewhat-weird poems I’d never typed up. Here’s one. No idea what I was thinking when I wrote it, so have at it:
Jack
The day I stumbled into the house you built,
Now that I have your attention…
I’ve been thinking again about why I write. With THE SUMMER OF NO REGRETS so close to release,
It’s funny how a poem can capture a particular moment, so that when you read it years later that whole period of life comes back.