This poem is not an autobiography by Kristina England If it was, I would tell you how my nose slants to the left from the time I fell into a marble table while jumping on my grandmother’s couch. How I... Continue Reading →
The Regulars by Peter M. Gordon They pile drinking money on the bar Seamed faces under faded caps Beer foam flecks their lips Buy them a round of Bud More dead soldiers join their comrades Smoke exhales color the air... Continue Reading →
{Jul 29 12} As part of the San Francisco International Poetry Festival, Amiri Baraka reads from his poetry at The Emerald Tablet in San Francisco's North Beach. http://sfipf.org/
Making Scones By Diane Elayne Dees Chopping raisins is punishment called a chore. The sticky blade will not cut. Chop, run water, wipe. Chop, run water, wipe. Not small enough, my mother says. Not fast enough. The tiny kitchen is... Continue Reading →
Some short informal interviews with Shake the Dust Poet Coaches Molly Naylor, Ross Sutherland, Drew Taylor, and Russell J Turner. SHAKE THE DUST - a national celebration of young people's voices and the power of spoken word. As Olympic and... Continue Reading →
Climbing the Stairs of an Old Hotel by George Bishop This was no hotel—not then and barely now. The freight elevator, the only elevator, says so. So—I take the stairs. At each landing I sense a fire door opening somewhere... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 