Monthly Archives: April 2012

An Alphabet of Poets- S is for Stafford

Why I Am Happy  Now has come, an easy time. I let it roll. There is a lake somewhere so blue and far nobody owns it. A wind comes by […]

An Alphabet of Poets – R is for Rumi

Hangover Remorse Muhammad said, “Three kinds of people are particularly pathetic. The powerful man out of power, the rich man with no money, and the learned man laughed at.” Yet […]

An Alphabet of Poets – Q is for Queyras (Again)

For some reason my blog never sent out a notice when I posted this blog this afternoon. But it is there before P for Porter! And for some reason the […]

An Alphabet of Poets – P is for Porter

Testimony  I knew there were infinite possibilities. The world was catching fire. Leaves turned one by one to flame I saw my life clearly, in an instant: I had travelled […]

An Alphabet of Poets – Q is for Queyras

excerpts  From “Euphoria” (in five parts) 2 Dear Time, you swallowed us whole, swallowed us lovely,       sharp as bones Crimping sadly under foot my benign, my flotsam and crabs […]

An Alphabet of Poets – P is for Prado

Seduction Poetry catches me with her toothed wheel and forces me to listen, stock still, to her extravagant discourse. Poetry embraces me behind the garden wall, she picks up her […]

An Alphabet of Poets – O is for Osler

Overshadowed I have never prayed in Kyoto or slept on a bed of cherry blossoms. On my wooden altar, white petals have fallen. Beautiful losses. No-Mind No-mind has poured from […]

An Alphabet of Poets – O is for Oh No

Just a quick check in! First, thank you all who are reading my posts! This has been an exciting challenge.  One that is taking a lot of time out of […]

An Alphabet of Poets – O is for Orr

* When Sappho wrote: “whatever one loves most is beautiful,” she began The  poems of heart’s praise That comprise the Book Of the body of the beloved Which is the […]

An Alphabet of Poets – N is for Nowlen

Weakness Old mare whose eyes are like cracked marbles, drools blood in her mash, shivers in her jute blanket . My father hates weakness worse than hail; in the morning […]