This blog is certainly a work in progress. Next year I hope to get a jump on National Poetry Month and get information on regional events lined up ahead of April 2015. 416 more words
1 day, 12 hours
This Ruined Life
“Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies.”
2 days, 12 hours
Never to look a hot comb in the teeth.
I love you.
Because you love you.
Because you are erect.
Because you are also bent. 148 more words
5 days, 8 hours
My most recent edition of “Culling The Classics” posted on LitReactor today, of a book that I was really excited to read but even more excited to finish reading. 274 more words
Expressions Through A Pen
“Shouts to Gweny”
Days where the boys stand in hallways, ice box cool
Teach you how to get a girl, what we learned in school… 48 more words
Upon first glance, Gwendolyn Brooks’ ten line poem, “The Last Quatrain of the Ballad of Emmett Till” may seem quite different from the literary claims it makes within its title. 366 more words
The Bean Eaters
They eat beans mostly, this old yellow pair.
Dinner is a casual affair.
Plain chipware on a plain and creaking wood,
Tin flatware. 61 more words