A tradition fallen out of fashion, I find it a shame we’re not often telling ghost stories at Christmas time.
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An Interview with David Wheeler
Last week, I posted an article here about reading poetry while waiting in line to vote. The poetry in question was Contingency Plans: Poems by David Wheeler. Today over at The High Calling is an interview with David about his poetry and writing. Below is some information from the interview about his background and upbringing. […]
The Poetry of Voting
The mid-term election was last week, and I prepared myself for the process with – a book of poems. While the lines weren’t expected to be long, unlike 2008, I still wanted to be prepared to wait. Voting lines aren’t the best places to make conversation – people are very circumspect; no one wants to […]
Marcus Goodyear and Barbies at Communion
You see your young daughter playing with her Barbie dolls in church while communion is being served, and the result is a poem. You read an article about a super-collider, and a poem results (for Mother’s Day, no less). You’re cutting your lawn that’s browning in the Texas heat, and a poem results. Welcome to […]
Poems of Complication 2
Following are eight poems from last Tuesday’s poetry jam on twitter, ranging from plainness and fresh strawberries to a celebration of punctuation. Poems of Complication 2 By @mdgoodyear, @llbarkat, @PoemsPrayers, @mxings, @togetherforgood, @cascheller, @mmerubies, @MonicaSharman, @DancinButterfly, @thegypsymama, @TchrEric and @KathleenOverby. Not to mention @shrinkingcamel. Edited by @glynn_poet. Plainness I saw two plain women today. One […]
National Poetry Month: Edna St. Vincent Millay
At the age of 20, Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950) entered her poem “Renascence” in a contest and won fourth place, which meant publication in The Lyric Year – and a scholarship to Vassar (makes you wonder what the first place winner received). She graduated in 1917, and that same year published her first volume, […]
National Poetry Month: Wendell Berry’s “Leavings”
Author, poet and essayist Wendell Berry has been known for talking walks on Sunday mornings, walks that he uses for both observation and meditation. Most of Leavings: Poems is a kind of historical record of those walks, poems that observe, poems that are a meditation, and sometimes poems that are both. It is a beautiful […]
National Poetry Month: One from Keats
April is National Poetry Month in the United States and Canada, and what better way to start the celebration with a poem from the Mother Country. Our goal is to post at least once a day during April with poems, articles, reviews and a couple of giveaways. (Note that I said goal; I didn’t say […]
Poems from the Cupboard – 4
These eight poems are the last from Tuesday’s poetry jam on Twitter. I’m not sure if the last one, “The Poets Recite, ” is a poem or not; our jamming poets didn’t know that their causal concluding remarks and comments were being recorded for posterity. This will bring the total number of poems created to […]
Poems from the Cupboard – 3
Here are another group of eight poems from our poetry jam on Twitter last Tuesday. The contributions started getting playful – you could tell it was getting late in the hour. Poems from the Cupboard – 3 By @llbarkat, @doallas, @mxings, @PoemsPrayers, @TchrEric, @togetherforgood, @monicasharman, @mmerubies, @KathleenOverby, @lauraboggess and @gyoung9751; cameo appearance by @Lorrie58; edited […]
Poems from the Cupboard – 2
Some strange things can happen when you start reading labels in on packages in the kitchen, which were our prompts for the poetry jam last Tuesday on Twitter. Here are eight poems that resulted, and more are coming. Poems from the Cupboard – 2 By @llbarkat, @doallas, @mxings, @PoemsPrayers, @TchrEric, @togetherforgood, @monicasharman, @mmerubies, @KathleenOverby, @lauraboggess and […]
Walter Bargen: Days Like This Are Necessary
Last summer, I drove to a high school in a central St. Louis suburb for a writing and publishing fair. Seminars were held inside the school; the parking lot had been cordoned off for booths, demonstration areas and even a children’s playground. I wandered around the large number of booths, and then came to one […]
Poems from the House of Memory – 1
From wisteria to butterflies, rubies to gardenia, the house of love and life calls in these poems.
Why Poetry Matters 9 & 10
Here are contributions No. 9 and No. 10 on “Why Poetry Matters” that were submitted for the poetry and wine giveaway last month. I combined them in one post because of their brevity (short but definitely succinct). The randomly chosen commenter received a copy of L.L. Barkat’s InsideOut: Poems, and the winner of the 100-word statements […]
Why Poetry Matters – 7
Here’s contribution #7 on “Why Poetry Matters” that was submitted for the poetry and wine giveaway last month. The randomly chosen commenter received a copy of L.L. Barkat’s InsideOut: Poems, and the winner of the 100-word statements on what poetry matters received a copy of the poems and a bottle of Sineann wine. Reading this […]
Why Poetry Matters 6
Here’s contribution #6 on “Why Poetry Matters” that was submitted for the poetry and wine giveaway last month. The randomly chosen commenter received a copy of L.L. Barkat’s InsideOut: Poems, and the winner of the 100-word statements on what poetry matters received a copy of the poems and a bottle of Sineann wine. This is […]
Poets at Home
Poets at home deserve poems. So we wrote them, on Twitter.
Does God Wear Cashmere? 4 Poems
Cashmere is the perfect thing for a poem to wear. Come read these.
Replay of “InsideOut” and Music
In case you missed the live performance, there’s a replay available of L.L. Barkat’s poetry reading with Brooke Campbell’s singing at an International Arts Movement program last night in New York City. The replay can be found here. L.L. is reading selections from her InsideOut: Poems. The replay offers you a chance to listen to […]
5 Poems in Conversation
Our poetry jams on Twitter are supposed to last for an hour, and they do, but all of us tend to linger for a while, talking, chatting, congratulating each other, make the odd comment here or poking fun there. That lingering lasted for some 20 minutes last Tuesday night, and it struck me that we […]