A poem inspired by a surrealist painting by Leonora Carrington in celebration of National Poetry Month, 2025
Poetry + fiction + photos + other thoughts
Category: My Poems
Once you notice something, you notice it all around. Now that I’m reading Dante’s Divine Comedy, I see terza rima everywhere.
The full moon in April, a week or so ago now, is sometimes called the Pink Moon. Here’s a riff on pink, a list poem of sorts, to finish out National Poetry Month.
A long line poem allows a certain amount of weaving among subject matter, more so than a more tightly delineated poem.
Today’s poem juxtaposes a tiger and a jungle
river.