An Old Poem Surfaces on a Podcast
What a lovely surprise to see in my Inbox, and what an even lovelier surprise to hear. I feel very honored that someone liked my work enough to include it, let along recite/record it for others to hear.
Posts Tagged "poem"
JazzKeys
Created by Plan8 and John Soat, JazzKeys is a really fun text and music visualization experiment. It’s a reminder to me of the great projects I’d see on the Internet, in the early 2000’s.
Derek Walcott: Star
I had this strange ritual when I was an undergraduate. Well, I had several, but the one I’m talking about was what I did early in the mornings, before I went to my job at the Monroe County Public Library.
Walking Through a Spider Web
“I believed only air
stretched between the dogwood
and the barberry: another
thoughtless human assumption”
Flowers
“They are fleeting.
They are fragile.”
How It Is
“Shall I say how it is in your clothes?
A month after your death I wear your blue jacket.
The dog at the center of my life recognizes
you’ve come to visit, he’s ecstatic.”
Naming the Trees
“At the national cemetery in Gettysburg
all the trees have names,
both family and genus…”
Axe Handles
“One afternoon the last week in April
Showing Kai how to throw a hatchet
One-half turn and it sticks in a stump.
He recalls the hatchet-head
Without a handle, in the shop
And go gets it, and wants it for his own.”
Changing the Front Porch Light for Thanksgiving
“To balance there, again, in the early dark,
three rungs up on the old stepladder,”
December
“On the fire escape, one
stupid petunia still blooms,
purple trumpet blowing”
An Old Poem Finds Me on Twitter
Last night, right before I was heading to bed, I happened to see this on Twitter. Imagine my surprise when someone mentioned they had read an old poem of mine – and for a high school class, no less!
Baseball and Classicism
“Every day I peruse the box scores for hours
Sometimes I wonder why I do it
Since I am not going to take a test on it
And no one is going to give me money”
Work
“I could tell they were father and son,
the air between them slack, as though
they hardly noticed one another.”
Mimesis
“For two weeks
She waited
Until it left of its own accord”
Amusing Our Daughters
“We don’t lack people here on the Northern coast,
But they are people one meets, not people one cares for.”