Kay Ryan and Her Amazing Flying Chickens

Embed from Getty Images I had a rough start to the week. I had too much caffeine and not enough sleep, and pretty soon those chickens come home to roost. So it’s taken until Wednesday to get to this post. Thanks for waiting. I know you’ve been on the edge of your keyboard. The Monkey…

You Don’t Even Like Poetry, or Do You?

This Week in Poetry, Even for Non-Poets I am truly tickled to see so much being written about poetry during this (inter)National Poetry Month to an audience outside the traditional poetry scene. Often people who claim to dislike poetry merely had a bad experience, likely in high school, as Billy Collins likes to say “the place…

David Reads “Shark’s Teeth,” by Kay Ryan

I wasn’t planning on doing video today, but I went out to film the dogwood trees in my neighborhood, getting prepared for Earth Day’s reading of a Hoagland piece tomorrow, and then former U.S. Poet Laureate Kay Ryan caught my eye. There she was in the King Street park, fin up, tail a-swish, passing by…

Bonus Track with Kay Ryan, “Home to Roost”

So those of you attempting to write a poem a day for National Poetry Month, how is that going? We’re just into the first hour of day four here in the northeast of the USA, so you’ve still got plenty of time. I mentioned yesterday that here on the Dad Poet, instead of NaPoWriMo, I’m…