“Whale Fall,” “Reversing the Spell on Mauna Kea,” and “Minotaur,” three poems I read in the Poetry Flash reading series last February, have just been published in the Poetry Flash Literary Review. My thanks to Poetry Flash editor Joyce Jenkins for including me among poets I admire so much! And thanks to both Joyce Jenkins and Richard Silberg for curating one of the West Coast’s best, warmest and liveliest reading series.
The Inventor of the LuVailean Sonnet She was no Millay, my Great-Aunt Lucy, but she named herself Lyra LuVaile, Poet Laureate of Long Beach, California, and wrote a book in which she speaks familiarly of Stars, the Cosmos, the Music of the Spheres – subjects I might write about, myself, though not perhaps so familiarly….
This isn’t a new poem – in fact, it begins my first book, Here Along Cazenovia Creek, praise poems to the changing seasons in the beautiful hill country of western New York. There is no spring like that after a long winter. Here in Hilo, we have had the longest, coldest, rainiest winter in history,…
Sudden Oak Death Syndrome Down the long body of California,ramalina drapes the dead shoulders of oakswith her bent hair. Lace lichen. It’s the color of sadness,of rain that goes on for a long time,of things fading into the distance. Behind its veil ooze blackcankers of phytophthora ramorum. We are in plague time now,these dead too…
Bless You, Father Walt for lying stripped and singingin the floes and fallows of your own body.For granting us land-rights to your shaggy unkempt tonguewhere through long syllables of scarlet leaveswe ride shanks-mare, drunk on the public road again. Oh, bless me, Father Walt!Lend me your large boots to caper and hoot at dusk,make me…
HAPPY SPRING! NEW BOOK! It’s Spring! There are red buds on the maples (see Don’s photograph at http://www.newsofelsewhere.com/23-04-01.html)! And no more sno …. Well, maybe I was wrong about that …. And I’ve written a new book! It’s called Journey Bread: New and Selected Poems. It’s a memoir of a life in poetry, a “New and Mostly Rewritten Poems” collection, and a late-in-life…
Here’s the title poem from Crazing, which will be coming out at the beginning of August. (My apologies; I am unable to make the software reproduce the formatting of the original poem.) Crazing Cracked creek-bed red clay crackling – crazed they call it it’s called crazing and I am crazing cracking open like a chick…
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So thrilled for you, Ruth! These are such gorgeous, rich poems. Hooray!