ink and skin

First Poem for You (Kim Addonizio) I like to touch your tattoos in complete darkness, when I can’t see them. I’m sure of where they are, know by heart the neat lines of lightning pulsing just above your nipple, can find, as if by instinct, the blue swirls of water on your shoulder where a…

the rest is silence

The Quiet World (Jeffrey McDaniel) In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the…

an easier world

Dogfish (Mary Oliver) Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing kept flickering in with the tide and looking around. Black as a fisherman’s boot, with a white belly. If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin, which was rough as a…

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,…

as wild as egypt

Slamdancing to the Blues (David Lerner) there’s a sadness that’s better than love it fell in the air the other night little girl face with a mind as wild as Egypt she reads all the high-class sex literature the pornography of Miller even the later novels of Rechy now into the novelization of Liquid Sky…

isle of palms, sc, april 2010

isle of palms, sc, april 2010, originally uploaded by minervacat. trying to be thoughtful in the first brights of dawn (Mary Oliver) i am thinking, or trying to think, about all the imponderables for which we have no answers yet endless interest all the range of our lives and it’s good for the head, no…

poetry for monday

baseball: wake forest @ unc, game 2, originally uploaded by minervacat. Antilamentation (Dorianne Laux) Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read to the end just to find out who killed the cook. Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark, in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication. Not the lover you…

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,…