As much as I laud those who attack National Novel Writing Month with great zeal, I am a poet not a novelist. So in my own parallel to NaNoWriMo, I’ve decided to once again work my way through each of the poetic forms identified in my old standby resource, Lewis Turco’s Book of Forms: Revised Edition starting with the acrostic and ending with the virelai – hitting all the Irish, Welsh and other forms and meters along the way. I’ve done this in the past – I’ll try to post a poem a day, which may take us through the new year.
- Stars at Night: a sestinaTo look out at the stars at night against a distant tapestry of endless black, that seems to spread beyond our fickle sense of time …
- The Honkytonk ManifestoReal country music is not defined by its performers, recording studios or media labels. It is not a style of music so much as it …
- On Bards of OldDid bards of old, I wonder, ever tire of rooting through their souls for a new verse in order to instruct, praise or inspire through …
- Stars at Night: a sestina
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