Tag: poem
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Final Christmas Song, Poetry Mash-up: Kindness
I hope that like me you have been having such a lovely Christmas, full of friends and people who love you, so that you’ve been unable to spend much time online. If not, I wish you peace, my friend, and a better year ahead. Lord knows that 2013 was awful in so many ways, and…
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Christmas Song, Poetry Mash-up #3, Said the Night Wind
There’s a guy at work who writes a “Christmas Poem” every year, and prints it on pretty paper to give to everyone. It’s a nice sentiment, and I think it comes from the heart. Lots of stuff about beautiful memories of days gone by, even those we’ve lost over the years, and wishes of hope…
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Christmas Song, Poetry Mash-up #1, Funky Monks
Last year around this time I featured some Random Favorite Christmas Songs, and so this season I thought we’d do a slight twist on that idea, a Christmas Song and Poetry Mash-up. It fits the theme of this place better to bring poetry into it, and songs and poems are sort of sister arts anyway.…
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The 400th Post, and a Poem I Wrote
Assonance, it’s good for the heart as well as the ear. And it’s hard to resist sometimes, even in the title to a post. And this post is number 400. Talk about good for the heart! It seems like I’ve been at this longer, and technically I have, but those early days of writing here…
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Diary Entry 666 (those aren’t sixes, they are actually upsidedown nines)
Originally posted on The Monkey Prodigy: Marginal Note: This work was originally written by Edgar Allan Poe. It was never published due to the fact that he knew it was terrible. … Stars will not fall Stars will die out I’ll never adjust my eyes to absolute darkness So, baby, light a candle… as I…
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How I Learned to Stop Analyzing and Embrace “The Hug,” with Tess Gallagher
I thought of the title “Saved by ‘The Hug,’” but that seemed just a tad too cute. There is something transcendent though in this poem. I wanted to title this post with something about becoming totally engrossed in the unexpected. I thought of the word “surrender,”‘ but there is no war in this poem. I…
