David J Bauman – Page 82 – Host of the In Three Poems Podcast

Fortune Cookies, Frank O’Hara and a Poetry Prompt

I’ve shared with you in two recent posts a couple of my own fortune cookie poems, so I thought it would be fun today to look at what Frank O’Hara, one of my favorite poets of the “New York School,” did with his cookies. I created an audio-visual interpretation that kept me happily up…

David J. Bauman

November 19, 2012
I Know It’s Only Monday, but Take a Break Already

I am lucky enough to have been able to arrange a couple of paid time off days before Thanksgiving, but while my fellow countrymen and city-women are enjoying turkey, I’ll be back at it and working hard on Thursday. And while I’m taking this break to tidy up the house and start preparing for winter,…

David J. Bauman

November 19, 2012
Monkeys and Fortune Cookies

Several of you seemed to enjoy the fortune cookie poem yesterday, thank you, and so I dug deeper for an old poem I hadn’t read in a while. Everyone loves to add the words “in bed” to the end of their fortunes, but when my youngest was quite little we had a game of making…

David J. Bauman

November 17, 2012
Fortune Cookies No Longer What They Are Cracked Up to Be

Is it just me or were fortune cookies once upon a time more interesting, more likely to cause a reaction or elicit an, “oooh?” These days the ones I open seem to be more little affirmations, or positive-thinking slogans, not that I have anything against the power of positive thinking unless of course, it means…

David J. Bauman

November 15, 2012
Mr. Romney, America Did Not Fail; You Did

When I was a little kid, one of my big brothers turned to our mother with his big crazy grin and said, “Mom, we’re not crazy; it’s just the rest of the world.” Well, sadly that brother did kind of turn out a bit on the crazy side. Shhh. . . you didn’t hear that…

David J. Bauman

November 15, 2012
My Firstborn Hits 22, How is this Possible?

There is just no way I went from looking at pictures of your Kindergarten graduation Monday morning, to having a beer with you Monday night. Photos of you in a fireman’s hat, a conductor’s cap, sleeping in your stroller. Really? Twenty two years? I don’t feel old enough for that. Well, then again, my feet…

David J. Bauman

November 14, 2012