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.
- Easter by Telephone: a cyhydedd naw banIn California after eating they called up to offer a greeting, their plates filled with beans and broccoli ours with roast beef and mashed potatoes. …
- The Fickle Hand of FateHow fickle fate doles out its random hand, the faces of the cards down on the felt unknown and spiteful of the best laid plans, …
- I Can See OhioNothing comes from nothing, yet something always does; you can smell the future coming long before the buzz, sitting on the front porch listening to …
- Easter by Telephone: a cyhydedd naw ban
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