a poem is a sermon
First off, it always starts with breath. That sounds so simple, but in fact so many who would stretch their speech against set pitches set in time forget to breathe – at least, to breathe as if the air were precious fuel. Second, you must know the text. To even blunder through, one must engage […]
I’m not sure I can even write “free verse” anymore. Ever since I started using specific poetic forms, I find myself writing poems to be read aloud; their purpose, if they are to be effective when spoken, dictates employing some kind of cadence, at least the semblance of some rhythm. You see, even there, a […]
“See here,” one poet said, “for beauty’s sake, I would enslave a thousand listless men, and though it cause the earth’s deep core to shake, would carve away the mountains with my pen that one and all might see as noble truth a majesty against which swords will fail: the pure and simple honesty of […]
Dear Dick: That’s quite a trick, to make a story stick, dipped in pure bullshit two feet thick and built up solid brick by brick. Must say it makes me sick, you egocentric big prick. Dear Rich: I hate to bitch about your latest pitch: All lies, some truth, I can’t tell which. Yes, you […]
“Dear John,” the letter read, “I seek advice. You seem to know some things, and seem quite nice. I wonder what you think of luck and chance. Do you believe we twirl in a mad dance of accidental happenings and such, or does belief in fate stretch it too much?” “Sincerely, someone who would like […]
Of what’s been done, and heard, and seen, one might well ask, “What does it mean, that this and thus, in such a way should through their actions in this play express a meaning, none too clear, expose a hidden weakness, fear, and in absentia, second-hand portray the worst or least in man: the tendency […]
What’s fit to print is not news. Our bitter, contrary views are merely stuff we seek to use as new fuel; like fools, we think we choose to fight false with what is true, wielding light that will burn through the lies and mad bugaboo everywhere. Now there’s a hopeful coup. Hopeful, but not meant […]