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Best of NaPoMo: Williams, Koch, and Macfadyen
Micah and I are actually ahead of the game for this year’s National Poetry Month and can therefore offer some bonus tracks and flashbacks! The deal was to record a reading each week by a poet we hadn’t recorded before (we’ve each recorded many) and then share it to our blogs. Here’s a little flashback…
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National Poetry Month, Week Three, Bonus Track
It was a break from all these snow flurries and colder temperatures the other day, so I decided to take the laptop outside and record a favorite poem. I was going to save this for week four, but sometimes good things just can’t wait. This year and last, my son Micah and I have been…
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“Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself,” by Barbara Crooker
Originally posted on Words … for the Time Being: like this morning, when the wild geese came squawking, flapping their rusty hinges, and something about their trek across the sky made me think about my life, the places of brokenness, the places of sorrow, the places where grief has strung me out to dry. And…
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Happy National Haiku
Originally posted on The Monkey Prodigy: To celebrate National Haiku Day here is a poem made of entirely haiku. It was written by my father and me. Read about it in Green Rune Anthology if you so wish. Rust Some bridges refuse to burn but are swept away by weight of water. Others succumb to…
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Poetry Month, Week Three: Barbara Crooker’s Towhee
As the immortal Bard once said, “A Tohee / by any other name would sing the same.” Okay, I admit it, I might have misquoted. But you get the idea. Birds’ names sometimes evolve, usually because, in the process of studying them, we learn new things about them. In this case, the Rufous-sided Towhee was…
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Day 15 – 30 Days, 30 Readings: “Stone,” by Charles Simic
Originally posted on David J Bauman: Photo by Michelle Blankenship Well, I finally got a bit of outside reading done, though I had to try several takes from multiple spots, due to background noise. I abandoned one reading done from the balcony of a local restaurant, simply because I didn’t like the inflections of my…
