you knew the poetry

Three of Cups (Marty McConnell) at some point it becomes true that all stories are love stories. all making, love making. I didn’t make this rule. but it binds me all the same. I wish there were a law against condescending against love. against the economy of fear that says your joy means less joy…

happy national poetry month

159 Ways To Get On Base (Zach Hample) Squib, squirt, nub, chop, Drive, line, send, pop. Lift, loft, lace, lash, Scald, slice, serve, slash. Slap, swat, belt, smack, Loop, bloop, bounce, whack. Fist, flare, muscle, mash, Deliver, doink, unload, smash. Rifle, plaster, pepper, jack, Rip, rope, deposit, crack. Push, pull, clobber, knock, Bash, tag, tattoo,…

one last for national poetry month

frightened rabbit @ cat’s cradle, originally uploaded by minervacat. Yours & Mine (Alice Fulton) Through your lens the sequoia swallowed me like a dryad. The camera flashed & forgot. I, on the other hand, must practice my absent- mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch that goes unloved. Lately your eyes have shut down to…

baseball: unc @ duke, game two

baseball: unc @ duke, game two, originally uploaded by minervacat. Root root root for the home team (Bob Hicok) They spit too much in baseball, I can’t watch, I don’t like spitting, we should be elegant, sling garbage in suits, not throw balls at each other’s heads and spit, not slide spikes high and spit,…

happy national poetry month!

wye oak @ local 506, originally uploaded by minervacat. Loud Music (Stephen Dobyns) My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the room with sound whether Bach or rock and roll, the volume cranked up so each bass notes is like a hand smacking…