Three poetic forms — sonnet, waka, acrostic — that attempt to impart the flow of life within the Patterns and Forms that both confine and define our experience of it.
A mere three years into my Baker’s Dozen, my heart stumbled and nearly fell.
After finishing my “man love” chapbook, I wanted to write something new. I eventually settled on a group of prose poems that reflect the changing light of life’s end game.
Earlier this year I published my first chapbook collection of poems. A sporadic memoir in verse form.
to find the answer
we’d need the wisdom of trees
we’d need to listen…
I wanted to share a few lines from poet Diane Wakoski that do a wonderful job of explaining what poetry has always meant to me.
Try to approach the year ahead as I approach each moment…
Connecting with the world before me.
Immersing myself in the world that immerses me.
I’m the best shoveler I know. Seriously. At age sixty-seven I can out shovel pretty much anyone. But becoming a prodigious shoveler was not the dream to which I aspired as a youth.
Nevada D. Holmes was my grandmother’s maiden name… she was my dad’s mom. I remember her as a small, quiet, proper old woman who required quiet behavior inside and controlled behavior outside.
A friend of mine asked me why a poem by the Chinese poet Tu Fu is posted on the front of this site, so I thought perhaps others may be curious about that as well.