Art O Matic Poetry Schedule |
Saturday, APRIL 25: POETRY PERFORMANCE ROOM 12 noon: UT Writing Students (Original Poetry) 2 p.m.: Tianda Mims (Original Poetry) 3 p.m.: Peter Van Schaik (Original Poetry) 4 p.m.: OPEN-MIC style readi... Posted by on Mon, 20 Apr 2009 22:14:00 GMT |
and another |
Krypronite I'm eight years old, watching a Superman video, feet against the furnace vent convered with red blanket, my cape at playtime. I lay against my dog, his yellow coat bright as the sun.His ank... Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 20:15:00 GMT |
new poem (finally) |
I've been working a lot lately, and happily spending so much time with my sweet heart and her daughter that I almost never make posts here, or blog much, or even e-mail that often either. But I am sti... Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 19:38:00 GMT |
new(ish) poem |
Alone in the Woods Behind My Parents' House
Sun sets in the pond every night.
Choruses of fat voiced bull frogs
and tenored leopards sing it down.
There's a bit of light--the ... Posted by on Wed, 29 Oct 2008 20:46:00 GMT |
New Poems |
Robin Triolet
The robin flies to his favorite perch, sings,
flies back to the maple tree nest, repeats.
He built his nest of mud. grass, and string.
The robin flies to his favorite perch, sings,
preen... Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 02:36:00 GMT |
calendar poems |
these are poems i wrote for a calendar project a friend of mine and i are working on. i don't know if they'll be anything without the images to give context but who cares? it's been a fun projec... Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 03:31:00 GMT |
Poem |
Burnt Place
It was 1980 and the sand was my enemy,
I was four years old and losing some of my invulnerability,
I was losing the Torah, which my soul was born with,
there were curse burrs stuc... Posted by on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 13:45:00 GMT |
Mister Revise |
Yellow Jackets
Underground, yellow jackets throb.
Their power, provisioned by the Sun, wanes as it does.
They are irritated by September, and hungry
there's a crave for sweetness growing
in e... Posted by on Sat, 06 Sep 2008 03:51:00 GMT |
Poem |
December, July, Heaven
It's late December
and I have no star to follow.
The night is dense
with snowflakes,
like a galaxy
falling down around me.
They make erratic constellations,
points... Posted by on Wed, 03 Sep 2008 01:30:00 GMT |
Another poem |
Codex
Naked, you are a long white alphabet,
letters I have to touch with my hands
and mouth to learn how they sound.
We go into the flushed night studiously,
learning to speak. Our muscl... Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 02:50:00 GMT |