I am in here.
Well, not me, yet. But I like to keep tabs on what’s popular here, at least as far as poetry goes. This past week, it’s been the usual: Jacques Prévert’s Le Cheval Rouge (with handy translation by yours truly) and coming in at a distant second, we have Siegfried Sassoon’s The Death Bed. The latter … Continue reading What’s up for today
been away too long — floating in the tub with the dust
Calendars run too slow to wear on your wrist You’d have to hold too still Don’t move your arm or the sun won’t fall just right, and it has to — The world will be disjointed if you move, the page not wide enough to hold what it must — The page flips every thirty … Continue reading [calendars]
About to dump yet another poem on y’all, but I can’t think of a good title for it. Sorry about that. I hate trying to make up a title for a poem, and naming them something like “Untitled #43” — like you see on some hopeful paintings in galleries — looks like they didn’t even … Continue reading I hate titles
white pebble 