John Lambert and I continue to have conversations based around the suspended in a leap of creative faith concept and were discussing, recently, why structure in poetry, why form is important to learn. 120 more words
17 hours, 40 minutes
Cupertino Poet Laureate
Hello Cupertino! Today’s prompt is not based on the poem I found myself writing today (strange and personal and not ready for prime time) but on a very special form of poetry called the 343 more words
1 day, 3 hours
I haven’t taken communion in years,
afraid of the sizzle that might
imprint on my tongue: perfectly round,
cross tattooed on raw muscle.
I am no longer one to mouth the prayers. 26 more words
1 day, 4 hours
s. asher sund
That old lady
with the one
as I walk by? I could
just as well
see a piano
on her head.
1 day, 23 hours
I still remember
the salt on my skin
from the ocean.
When I was a child,
it was not a pleasant feeling.
I cried long and loud. 30 more words
2 days, 13 hours
Today I find the men ripping out the old cement. They stand above it with jackhammers undoing decades in one day, two—a week at the longest stretch. 70 more words
The Sanctuary of My Heart
You are the wind blowing gently,
A whisper through trees so softly,
The fog from my breath in a sigh,
That speaks how I miss you and I. 73 more words