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A belated link:
Last November, my review of Julie Doxsee’s book of poems, Objects for a Fog Death, appeared here and I never linked to the pages. The review appears Gently Read Literature, a nicely put together online magazine put out by Daniel … Continue reading
A little #poetry in motion:
A little poetry/video/song from Ellyn Maybe and her band.
Posted in Music, Poems
Tagged city, city streets, Ellyn Maybe, joyishness, Poem, Poetry, Postaday2011, spoken word, Videos
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Tonight, a poem…
Gravel Once, there was nothing, a vast emptiness, (or fullness) and then something (or nothing). In the blink of an eye: galaxies, solar systems, stars, planets, moons, lava, crust, sedimentary rock, construction sites, rock crushers, and then you, like you … Continue reading
The Afterlife of Henry James
Most of Henry James’ afterlife happens elsewhere, in rooms with patterned carpets where ghosts with cavernous eyes hover over dusty tables, aware, even in death, of the chains securing them to their narrow destinies. Most of his afterlife boils free … Continue reading
Today, a poem…
I’ve been really into Zachary Schomburg’s book, Scary, No Scary and today just wanted to share the title poem with anyone who felt like listening. It’s a strange, haunting book, as delicate as it is visceral. It makes me want … Continue reading
