Two Poems Published in Woven Tale Press I can’t think of a better way to kick off National Poetry Month than having two of my poems published in the lovely journal, The Woven Tale Press, Vol. 5 #3, which just…
Publishing poetry is like a bill becoming a law? Maybe. Remember that Schoolhouse Rock song about the bill who becomes a law? (If you don’t recall it, or were never exposed to it, you can watch the video at the link.…
Pictures of bluebonnets 🙂 Bluebonnets! That’s not code for poetry, nor a poem title (yet?), nor even writing-related… I’m traveling and stopped to photograph some bluebonnets yesterday, near New Braunfels, TX. We parked in a grocery store lot and were…
This book, How Heavy the Breath of God, is one I return to again and again for its sense of being simultaneously away while also coming home to oneself. The poems are arranged in a travel sequence, starting in tropical locations such as Ecuador and Guatemala and ending up back in the southern U.S., in Texas. While not necessarily literal, the arrangement does feel logical. There’s an outward to inward arc to the work as a whole.
Sometimes what a poem does is remind us of a mood or moment. It conjures up our own memories even if we do not have enough information to understand the poet’s specific memory. The Ou-Yang Hsiu poem, “Far Off Mountains” from Love & Time, translated by J. P. Seaton, works this way.
