“I don’t know why we do it. We must be crazy.Welcome, fellow poet.” ―Richard Hugo A post on lithub.com reminded me that one professor from my undergrad days had put The Triggering Town: Lectures and Essays on Poetry and Writing by Richard Hugo on the reading list. I don’t have the book on a shelfContinue reading “The Subject and the Words”
Tag Archives: Poetry
In Love with Neruda
Some books allow me to time travel back to when I first read them. Such is the case with the ‘100 Love Sonnets’ of Pablo Neruda.
Memoirist
I saw on January 16 that it was the birthday of Mary Karr who was listed as a “poet and memoirist.” I thought that seemed funny because I consider most poets to be memoirists, but I know they are two different genres of writing. I took a memoir-writing workshop the year after Karr’s “memoir aboutContinue reading “Memoirist”
Shoveling Snow
After shoveling snow, I have hot cocoa and write a poem.
Poetry Unbound
I pre-ordered the collection Poetry Unbound: 50 Poems to Open Your World that was put together by Pádraig Ó. Tuama. I know these poems and I know him because he is the “presenter” of the podcast Poetry Unbound with On Being Studios. Pádraig Ó Tuama is a poet and theologian. There are 50 poems withContinue reading “Poetry Unbound”
Poetry in 140 Characters or 15 Seconds
National Poetry Month isn’t the reason I write in April but it might be a reason to write more poetry. National Public Radio may have given me or you another reason to write.
Without Seeing It Happen
A saw that a friend posted a poem, “Footholds,” by W.S. Merwin. Merwin is a poet I really like and need to read more of him. That poem begins: Where I dug the logs into the riseto make the steps along the valleyI forget how many years agotheir wood has dissolved completely nowdisappearing into theContinue reading “Without Seeing It Happen”
An Old Poem Resurfaces
This is an older poem of mine that recently reappeared in my life. Some of the story about it is posted with the poem.
The Bench in the Park
A new poem inspired by a walk this morning after the overnight snow.
This Gigantic House Is Still Too Small
“This Gigantic House Is Still Too Small”
This poem was inspired by an essay by Dobby Gibson “DECOMPOSITION AS A SPIRITUAL VALUE IN POETRY”
https://aprweb.org/poems/decomposition-as-a-spiritual-value-in-poetry