Monday, October 14, 2019

Bloom of English humanity dies at 89

Harold was haunted by “genius.”

The image comes from the NYTimes obituary.

The haunting is ultimately ironic.

Friday, July 26, 2019

extraterrestrial reply

Yes, Elizabeth, I'm glad too [that “…{I’m} writing and reading things that matter”].

Send me your poem from your upcoming collection of poetry that most importantly expresses your sense of why you're doing poetry. 

Also, what, at heart, is poetry's calling, to you?



deleted from draft email to her:

“Why do you do poetry?” would surely be a high schooler's question. Yet, it’s also a question implicitly addressed by anyone who cares for our humanity. 

Wednesday, March 20, 2019

genealogy of “a creative life”

The emergence of “a creative life” may be interesting, but likely only in light of the set of pages. If you enjoy that, this posting might matter. This is intended for reading afterward.

Friday, March 15, 2019

still the poetry

It’s eerie: a long memorial appreciation of you
is uploaded, complete with a selection of your poems,
the day you die, as if they were ready and waiting
for the immanence which escaped them
each morning you awoke again. “Still here.
Another day.” Or not.

Friday, February 15, 2019