Tag: poet
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Day 11 – DaPoRecMo: “The Way It Is,” by William Stafford
DaPo. . . wha? Yes, well, I realized I was calling this project NaPoRecMo, and then I realized that I hadn’t exactly started a national movement here for recording poems. This is just me here, David, the self-appointed “Dad Poet,” recording poems that I like, old favorites and new discoveries. There is really no set…
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David Reads from April’s Poetry Magazine, Part 2
Certainly you know that I am not the only one who records poems and posts them on WordPress. I follow a fair number of poets who write and post their own original work on their blogs on a regular basis. In an upcoming post I’ll share links to some of my favorites, as well…
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David Reads “God on a Tightrope,” by Marjorie Maddox
Well, Easter has passed, and once again I realize that aside from the discussion of certain issues and how they are affected by politics and religion, I rarely ever talk about my own faith or spirituality here on the Dad Poet blog. While I have dedicated multiple posts to feasts, celebrations and songs of Christmas, I don’t…
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David Reads “Oh No,” by Robert Creeley
It was a rough weekend here at the Bauman Ranch, so I’m going to unwind with a glass of wine and a little irony from our old friend Robert Creeley. Along with a few favorites in my poem-a-day recordings this year, I’m also trying to bring you some poems by poets whose work I have…
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David Reads “Health Food Diner” by Maya Angelou
We’re nearing the end of day four of my own private NaPoRecMo (National Poetry Recording Month), and so I’ll try for once to get a post in quickly and without too much commentary. Today was Maya Angelou’s birthday. She’s a healthy, feisty, and inspiring 85 years old. As far as I can tell she is…
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Edna St. Vincent Millay’s Birthday Weekend
Well, okay, so her birthday was actually Friday, the 22nd. But I imagine that as long as you don’t ask her age, or if you at least intimate that it must certainly be far younger than the actual number (121 to be exact, as she was born in 1892), I am sure that Millay would…
