rain lilies dawn’s fading stars
rain lilies dawn’s fading stars
Oh, hi there. Thanks for coming round this old blog. Here’s some links to a couple of my poems that appeared recently in other places:
a hundred miles out… in Issue 15.1 of tinywords back in April
Sonnet Found in a Road Atlas at Verbatim Found Poetry back in June
My poetry-ing has been behind the scenes of late, editing and publishing Gnarled Oak (which if you’ve not checked out you should) and putting the finishing touches on two books, a collection of road poems called Highway Sky (which includes both of the poems linked above) and a short collection of short stories titled The Corner of Ghost & Hope. Stay tuned for more about each one, but for now, here’re the covers…
Also, I’d love to have some reviews online (Amazon, Goodreads, blogs, wherever and etc.) so please contact me if you’d like to review either book. I can send a free advance .pdf or Kindle copy if you’re interested.
the remnants of wreaths
preserved after a century
and a half. A single leaf
of laurel, a rose bud
faded to rusty orange: slain
as if springtime itself
had been offered
as a sacrifice.
found poem from Goodheart, Adam. “Lincoln.” National Geographic April (2015): 50. Print.
the road to summer
a field full of primroses
& a killdeer’s cries
the pennies I found
outside the jail
a dark black sky
means open water
and this is known
as an open-water sky
high lights in the sky
and this is known
Found Poem from The Worst Journey in the World: Antarctica 1910-1913 by Apsley Cherry-Garrard (Kindle Edition, p44)
I’m happy to share the following links to some of my poems recently appearing in other places…
“Three Scenes from the Road” at The Lake
“All the Way” at Synchronized Chaos
Five poems (“Visions of a Healthy Planet,” “The Rope Swing,” “Flags of Convenience,” “Angels” and “Origin Story”) now available for creative remix at The Poetry Storehouse. These include readings by me and a lovely reading of “Origin Story” by Storehouse founder & editor Nic Sebastian.
Thank you to the editors of these wonderful venues for featuring my work.
Old folks will tell you there was a time when there was no poetry. Not around here anyway. Maybe back east or some place where time was more available, but breaking this land took all a man had and didn’t leave anything for him at the end. Certainly, no time for pretty words.
Some will even tell you that there was laws against it, but I don’t hold with that story. Still, I had this idea for a poem, back in ’08 or so and I didn’t want to run afoul the sheriff so I figured I needed to have a looksee to find out if there was any laws about poetry one way or the other.
I won’t tell you all my adventures because there were too many and most of them weren’t really worth the telling, but I saw a fair bit of Dallas and Houston and even El Paso on one occasion I’d just as soon forget.
It was in Austin, down in the fluorescent-lit subcommittee caverns beneath the capitol building, where I found my answers. I’d been walking around admiring all that pink granite and the grounds with all the fat squirrels and pigeons and lobbyists and all when I met an old guy mopping the floors after all the senators had left. He’s the one who told me these poems I’m about to share.
He said he found them. Now, I don’t usually go in for poems people say they found, but these two I’m about to relate are the closest I ever come to finding any kind of answer. I guess you could say they were found twice.
He told me, the Texas State Legislature said, “Let There Be Poetry.”
He told me it was all written down in a big old leather-bound book like the ones you might of seen witches reading their spells from in the movies. It was called Texas Administrative Code,
and if you turned those musty old pages over to
Title 19, Part II, Subchapter C §110.31. English Language Arts and Reading, English I (One Credit), Beginning with School Year 2009-2010. (b) Knowledge and skills. (3) Reading/Comprehension of Literary Text/
you’d find it.
He closed his eyes and started reciting in a low whisper. He said it was
about the structure
& elements of poetry,
provide evidence from text
to support their understanding.
students are expected to analyze
He stopped saying his poem, and I stood there taking it all in for a long time. I could hear footsteps echoing through those marble corridors like the sound of generations of people coming up from their final resting places just to hear what this janitor was saying, but those footsteps were just regular folks going about their evening, leaving work, unaware that there was some poetry right there in the middle of all that law.
I told him it sounded like that about covered reading poems, but what about writing them. He nodded and told me all those powerful senators and legislators thought of that too and so he shared another one he found, but it was under some different subsections and letters and what have you.
This one was shorter, kind of like one of those Japanese poems that never got a title and tells you a lot without using very many words so you have a lot of things to think about and maybe don’t know exactly what the writer meant.
write a poem
using a variety of
and a variety
of poetic forms
He let it sink in a moment or two and smiled and kind of leaned on his mop a little and told me he might of left some parts out, some commas and conjunctions and parentheticals and whatnot.
I don’t know. And I don’t know if those were any good or not either, but it sounded something like what I might be looking for.
The next morning, I headed back toward home and didn’t stop until I got there.
This was first published in qarrtsiluni (Words of Power issue, Oct 2009). Thank you to editors Dave Bonta and Beth Adams .
I’m pleased to share the following links to some of my poems in other places:
Thank you to Christine Klocek-Lim and Cristina Deptula the editors of the respective journals for publishing these poems.