Merope, Again, With Feeling You probably remember that Merope (rhymes with therapy) was the wife of Sisyphus (rhymes with devious…ok, not quite). Sisyphus is the guy pushing the rock up the hill in hell endlessly, only to have it come…
Venus, the planet, named after Venus, Roman goddess of love Seen from a distance, Venus looks mysterious. Brightest object in in the night sky, barring the moon. Colorful, swirling layers of clouds made scientists think it was another, nearly earth-like…
It’s still winter & that’s the title of this week’s poem When I was in junior high and high school, we heated our house with a wood-burning stove. There was also an oil heater that could run, though we kept…
From the relative wordiness of prose poems to the relative silence of haiku We’re really into winter in the northern hemisphere now. There’s no denying it. Sure, we had those unseasonably warm days, then a bit of rain and snow…
Is the day sentient? Can it be? This week’s poem is a prose poem, and one which is definitely more to the lyrical poem side of its heritage than the narrative prose side of the family. The idea it comes…
