Writer. Demand Poet.
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Do people squeal when you tell them what you do?
I didn’t realize that people would SQUEALÂ when I told them about my business: Demand Poetry.
(Well, men do tend to “guy-squeal,” which is more like: … Read the rest “Why Demand Poetry Thrills (and Chills)”
I’m prone to forgetting all the
Goodness around me on the
Sewer pit days when the shenpa
Has caught me. But there are
Monarch butterflies and sweet
Sailors and other things which
Return I remember
And I’ll catch that
Preserver … Read the rest “What I See”
Betty at evening you creep over
My duvet like a
Minefield and I’d guess this house
Became little repeating explosions
In your easy world
All those days ago when we brought
The new strays home.
Now, time’s gone by
And … Read the rest “Exactly Betty”
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You are mostly now just a voice
On the phone. Faraway you and I
Recount the tiptoeing we do through
The days– the beautiful funny
Blips on our children’s radar
Of attention and meaning that
Remind us that perfection … Read the rest “Faraway Friend”
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I am listening to the snores of
Number 4 child, the one I spend more time with
Than all the others and feel grateful for this
Quiet hour and also for
Her funny, wonderful sweet
Voice.
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