This week - sometime, somewhere - I lost a composition notebook. Out of the 100 pages, I think about 30 were filled, front and back, with poems, stories, teaching notes, and journaling about my daily writing struggles, including a long examination of the history of nonsense poetry. When I discovered it was missing, I drove …
Month: April 2018
4/16/2018
“This suffering world is mine”: Sam Hamill, poet, translator, and publisher, has died by Ian Dreiblatt (Melville House) Poet & Copper Canyon Co-Founder Sam Hamill Dies at 74 by Harriet Staff (Poetry Foundation) Blasphemy, For Sam Hamill by Martín Espada (New York Times)
A Nice Pair
Why should my passion be hidden? I love breasts, something now nearly forbidden when the disorderly flesh is reduced to a gender. If I could speak out loud with candor, I would rhapsodize them jiggly and juggly, sing their praises, small or large, both lovely whether in halter top floating or wrapped in spring color, …
Jedediah Smith 