Tonight the dealer is you. Which of these images would you prefer to see as a book cover?
How cool is that?
I forced myself out of the house. I went to the first Friday Art Walk to one building (the Ford Building/Division and 11th) in one block of the city which is teeming with art and poetry. I sculpted a mask-trio wall-hanging. The smell of the wet clay in my hands was so amazing, I didn’t … More A slice of my day and a Shelley poem about joy that isn’t
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. –Edna St. Vincent Millay I was struck by the recent* school shooting to create an archive of occasional poems because the occasion of unfathomable collective grief is as predictable an event these days as any national holiday. I wanted to write poetry about … More Grief and Poetry: I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Four Days After the Shooting By Mary Anne Mohanraj I dropped off my son at preschool yesterday, drove by a school playground, the children lining up in messy rows. I started to cry, again. Wiped my tears and went on to shop for holiday gifts, spending more, perhaps, on our children than I’d planned. They … More Mary Anne Mohanraj poem: Four Days After the Shooting
for Xmas, I am integrating all my past identities instead of living in slivers and burning bridges behind me…
Santa and childhood friends all live together in a magic land called FaceBook and this is an excellent place to send them wishes and letters etc. Some elf will read that mail. I sent similar “seasonal greetings” to… … More All I want for Xmas is my two front teeth, and a ferrari, and world peace and baby tiger
Today I received and wanted to share the most beautiful letter (and news) from editor and publishing phenoms, Julie R. Enszer and Merry Gangemi, both striking poets in their own rites: Merry and I were pleased to nominate your work from Sinister Wisdom this year for a Pushcart Prize. Our nomination is in the mail. It was a pleasure to select pieces … More Nominated for the Pushcart Prize
When I help a woman on with her jacket,
my sexuality grabs my gender identity
and waltzes it around the room. … More Poem to Share: Intersection