Friday, September 25, 2015

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Civil War

Be mean to the dead, but revere
the savage mothers who bled
their high-caul capped daughters.
Forget the peacekeeping
shopkeepers' sons who fled
the fields and slaughtered others
under the emblem of cowardice,
who kissed the coin-eyed captain
and sliced his traitorous brother.

If God is for us, He allows us to kill.

Blessed Confederacy, blessed
Union, feel free to blame the Most
High for your freedom. Red
stones, red bricks, and the red
sickening thickens my heart.
If the devil is for peace, I'll fill
my father's well with entrails.

Friday, September 18, 2015

Mi Hermosa en Cornelia's

Closed doors. Still the same
closed doors. Laney understands.
Projector screens complicate
things. If the Queen of England,
or the Queen of Rock n' Roll,
Freddie Mercury, said to you,
"You've made it." Would you
believe it?
                 I'm blinded by love,
but the Blind Boys of Alabama
can sing -- they can hear. I hear
you. You are a conduit. You, you,
you, I live for you. When I'm
senile, I'll have three questions:
(1) Where's my music? (2) Where's
my food? (3) Where's my cutes?

Baby, you are the wind above
my wings. That's how lift actually
               Leslie, sing your heart
out. I'm always here. I'm always
here. Remember,

I'm always here.

Photo courtesy of Craig Ruttle

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Two-line Poem #27 [Redux]

[Here's a clear, boring prose poem.]

Create metrical feet in a poetic line by counting
your footsteps in each meter you walk.

Two-line Poem #27

Feet to a meter equals
footsteps in a meter. 

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

19 September 2015 Poetry Workshop

Oklahoma to Astoria, One Poet's Path and Practice
3:30 - 4:30PM

KYLE ERICKSON, former high-school English Teacher (Tulsa School of Arts and Sciences), is leading a workshop for poets of all ages. Every person has poetry in their hearts, regardless of whether or not they know it. Walk in, grab a pen, and have fun!

Kyle is a co-creator of the poetry series, Kick Assonance, which has been noted by the Poetry Foundation, The Academy of American Poets, hailed as a “Critics’ Pick” by Time Out New York Magazine, and called “a notable New York Event” by The Rumpus. His work can be read in This Land Press, Promethia, B’More Poetic, and on his blog,, which was heralded as a “Top 101 New York Blog.” His first book of poetry, Enduro’s Lament, was released in 2012.

Two-line Poem #26

There is a god,
he's called money. 

Wednesday, September 2, 2015