Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
thorny fingers flick the fleshand i have thoughtiloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
and you’re there but i cannot touch youi cannot touch you
“This — For the Moon — Yes?” by Carl Sandburg.
from Slabs of the Sunburnt West, published in 1922.
“The Sound of the Trees” by Robert Frost.
Mountain Interval, 1916.
Lots of guest poets posting this month over at the poets.org Tumblr. I will be one of them in two weeks. Now you know this.
Tomorrow I am...
Poem submission by Shaun Shane
he bouncedhe pouncedhe pinnedthe mousethe catbit inthen chewedfrom limbto limbnow themouse nowlookingso sadnowbut thecatwhata grin
Choose Love It may be easy to look around our world today and see the appearance of chaos, difficulty and strife. Yet,...
. . . This reminds me somewhat inexplicably of Gertrude Stein’s poetry: it could be an early experiment of hers,...