Encounter A poem by Mark J. Mitchell Encounter Thirty-three years ago you met a neo-classical poet in North Beach. Properly disheveled, he held forth in perfect pentameter while you pushed your Duncan, Snyder, Ginsberg into your backpack. “But,” he said,... Continue Reading →
Recalling Alcohol at the Wharf
by Mark J. Mitchell
A bite of whisky in the iodine air.
That glass-eyed stare and slow sigh
of a last sip. The short lie... #poetry #alcohol #poem #poets #poet #dailypoem #poemaday
An Aging Goddess Starts Her Day
by Mark J. Mitchell
She apologizes
to Sleep and offers
sorrow to the Wind...
#poetry #poem #poets #goddess
Three Women ++++++++++++ For Phoebe ++++++++ 1. Sylvia who taught me— early—words were knives— She showed me how brittle they became when she sharpened my tender ear. Whispering to me: Vowels float like balloons. ++++++++ 2. Denise said: Taste! And... Continue Reading →
One California Bus He leans into his phone like he’s confessing. His lips move but no one hears him. Tapping his left foot against the wheel well you know he wants to vacate this lesser vehicle and set free his... Continue Reading →
Pier 7, San Francisco, 7 AM Her singing echoed against a neap tide. No one heard. It was no show. Steps rang as fishermen left for work. Wide ships sailed by to rest under cranes. Tugboats blew low notes. The... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 