Sometimes you think back on a pivotal moment when, regardless of age or circumstance, you had some epiphany about the world. In this case I learned something about how the world viewed art, and about the price of compromising —or not — the truth.
I had no idea I’d be publishing so many ars poetica this month, but here’s another one.
Another COVID pandemic-era poem today. December and the Birth Nine months, and the obvious—we could have brought a new lifeinto the light of day. But thispandemic? Not so easily shuttledaway. Uncontained, germ-y, voracious.In other words, a young teen.Unshaven, because immature.Smart-mouthed…
Have you ever thought that sometimes logic fails us? That getting from point A to point B should have been possible but somehow each logical step has led to an entirely different outcome than expected, perhaps even one that wasn’t…
A slant, or approximate sonnet for today’s poem during National Poetry Month.
