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.
- Message in a BottleIf you read this, you take something made of flesh and bone, a piece of time and space and breath not quite a gift, or …
- Oh Mother Help MeFor some reason this morning I woke up thinking of the hymn “Sweet Hour of Prayer” — in particular the wonderful bluegrass version done by …
- Random Thoughts on Nothing of Great ImportanceI’m writing these things down so that I’ll remember them; they’re not really much of a message or anything cohesive, so be warned, I guess. …
- Message in a Bottle
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