Poetry
Pantoum: the telephone
Pantoum: the telephone yesterday, the telephone stayed in a coffin (with an accordian door, creak squeek) or on Dick tracy’s wrist, serio-comic. I didn’t have one in my pocket with an accordian door with a sharp squeek like knife-edged pleats, pressed with steam. No, I didn’t have one in my pocket or my bottomless pouch [...]
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When it is not spring
Nathan Gatewelder put away childish things
became a member in good standing, an adult
with sensible shirts and foolish ones, and a dog,
A Question of Preparedness Because I felt compelled to tell you that the voices you’d be hearing from the bedroom would be me, and poetry, pretending we could understand each other if we spoke aloud, and you should not construe this as a mental health emergency I now begin to wonder how to phrase it [...]
Every Time
Every Time the Thirty Days of Writing Sinks In My dreams begin writing poems, too. They compose themselves with ruled notebooks and pens my waking self would kill for, and ideas. Where do the dreams come up with those? wonders the dreaming part with its feet propped up on the seat in front of it [...]
Another test post for look
write a poem that starts with someone else’s line The Ordinary Guy after William Carlos Williams _______Landscape with the Fall of Icarus According to Brueghel All the Flemish Greeks ignored flailing Icarus. Then we see homeless men drown to save lapdogs, and commuters risk hell to roll a car, burning, about to explode, off a [...]
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WeWritePoems wants some new prompts. Great. We all know how strong I am NOT in this area. And. I’m so behind. If this were school, I’d be starting to drink about now. (and I know that…how?). Combine a plan to use October for Revision, some minor ailments and doctor visits, and a fairly intense Poetry [...]
Thurber’s Hemmingway’s Clement Moore’s “Visit from Saint Nicholas”: ‘Twas Quite a Night
“A Visit from Saint Nicholas In The Ernest Hemingway Manner” was Thurber’s contribution to the December 24, 1927 New Yorker. A Visit from Saint Nicholas In The Ernest Hemingway Manner By James Thurber It was the night before Christmas. The house was very quiet. No creatures were stirring in the house. There weren’t even any [...]
