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.
- King of AmericanaBeing the King of Americana might mean nobody knows your name: except for the local bartenders who still serve you just the same, while you’re …
- Stating the ObviousNight will tend to fall at the end of each day – Only a few see such a thing as a threat. Men with something …
- Don QuixoteIn the shadow realm of the practical, a foolish notion often seems so grand: and every errant knight that takes a stand against the wind, …
- King of Americana
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