Jazz Kahuna * I heard my friend Pa-ool play jazz guitar last night. His hands are a poet with voice eloquent as Lincoln's— in his own way, of course. Watching his fingers move, I move across water with him on... Continue Reading →
Birthday Present I wanted to bring back the best gift from the country for you, just for you. I wanted to. Some sky would be nice, lots of lovely sky with light fleecy clouds. So I rushed through stores and... Continue Reading →
Hard Going I had considerable trouble leaving you. It was car trouble, mostly: I wasn’t really used to the standard, then, and it was hard to find reverse; or hard to find it fast enough anyway. Getting out of town... Continue Reading →
Trash Cans at the Manion House When I was in grammar school I knew it was Wednesday when I looked out the window and saw across the street three trash cans at the curb in front of the Manion house.... Continue Reading →
Morning Ritual Morning ritual of shared coffee with a tea person should make you wary It could just be their ruse to inhale any hint of bitterness along with traces of slumber on your breath as you blow at froth... Continue Reading →
Welcome to this week's Poetry Potluck and Inspiration Buffet. Every Sunday we serve up a buffet of inspiration to spark some creation. We also hope you'll share your own dishes with us. Poets are invited to post one of their own... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 