Category Archives: Poetry
A Ditty for the Don, Cheeto Trumpbalone
Ah, I feel a song coming on. There’s a big sinkhole at Mar-a-Lago. Let that sink in. Donnie is our president Although he did not win A popular plurality, And that is just a sin. Ask me what I think … Continue reading
To a Young Poet | Bob Shepherd
for Brooke Belk Your work is grounded in Earth, Mycelia conspiring with roots To fashion, again, the wordless Lotus: its petals, tongues.
Play and the Origins of Art
In the middle of the last century, anthropologists discovered something surprising: supposedly “primitive” hunter-gatherers like the Aborigines of Arnhem Land, in Northern Australia, and the !Kung San of the Kalahari, in Southern Africa, spent only about 20-something hours a week … Continue reading
History Lesson, or on the Hinterweltlern
“Is it not written in your law, ‘I said, Ye are Gods’?” –John 10:34 Plato imagined he looked on beauty bare When beholding in his mind the perfect square, For no carpenter’s square under heaven could one find, As perfect … Continue reading
Four Short Essays on Reading and Writing Poems
On Reading and Writing Poems Some thoughts, tonight, about reading and writing poetry How Poetry Means Perhaps the most important lesson that I received, in college, about reading poetry occurred on a day when, in a class on nineteenth-century American … Continue reading
To Don the Con, IQ 45, Prez Pinocchio, The Dapper Don v2.0, Donnie Trumpty Dumpty, Repugnican, with Apologies to EBB
How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways. I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach. I cannot stand the sight Of thee. Disdain thou makest me embrace. I loathe thee to … Continue reading
