Simple Wisdom Book Tour starts May 16th!
Denver, Salt Lake City, Seattle, San Francisco, Reno, Phoenix, Houston, Dallas! My red boots, tattoo, new camera, pink hair, and I are hitting the road to celebrate my newest book, What I Wish for You: Simple Wisdom for a Happy Life! I'd love to see you at one of these …
it is all poetry. all of it.
This is the last day of National Poetry Month, celebrated by a poem almost every day here on 37days. Poets take us places, juxtapose what doesn't fit to let us see differently, open up a world of imagination and experience we connect to, tell us truths. And as we close …
The Royal Wedding, yo.
Overlook the fact that my head looks rather, well, enormous. I'm sure it was just the camera angle. [With thanks to Kathryn Schuth for making this particular dream a reality]
traveling through the dark
Traveling through the Dark Traveling through the dark I found a deerdead on the edge of the Wilson River road.It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead. By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the carand stood …
you and I could change all this
to an Iraqi poet while i am shown generals on CNN doing comic shtick to the video images sent back from weapons smarter than them they would have me believe you have jars of mustard gas fermenting in your cellar petri dishes of black jello ripening in your fridge …
be the emperor of oranges
All you want is their email in your inbox, indeed. We are elebrating National Poetry month all month on 37days. With thanks to Kurt Reineking for pointing me to this poet, and this poem.
lit by a sky or streetlight which does not change
Place and Time History is your own heartbeat. —Michael Harper ? Last night a man on the radio, a still young man, said the business district of his hometown had been plowed under. The town was in North Dakota. Grass, where the red-and-gold Woolworth sign used to …
Listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?
Have You Ever Tried to Enter the Long Black Branches? Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches of other lives —tried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey, hanging from the branches of the young locust trees, in early morning, feel like? Do you …
