Advice to a Poet
write tiny poems and slip them through keyholes remember Metis, the fly-sized first wife of Zeus? she conceived fierce Athena In the Labyrinth
these few syllables I grasp uncertainly, thread from Ariadne How to Succeed as a Poet
don’t knock on the door of Poetry. use your gift pass through the keyhole Fashions in Poetry
hipsters write sonnets grandmothers write like Ginsberg me? I tweet haiku |
Staying in Shape
morning exercise a haiku written in bed the poet's bench press Science Experiment
Stop, poet, stay still crystals will begin to form as on careful string suspended in the solution of your dissolved memories Open Sesame
you need a password in seventeen syllables to unlock morning Poetry Workshop
They broke me of rhyme and meter, They stripped me of punctuation They took away my classical allusions and left me in a room with no walls |
Instructions
How to write haiku: stay very still and concentrate let one teardrop fall Query
Poetess, why do your roll your best verses into scrolls? To put them in glass bottles, to send them out to sea. On the Fragility of Inspiration
mysterious source of my poems, how I fear your mortality Untitled
like condensation on the windshield of being a poem begins |
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Tender cardinal In a city tree. Poet, Wake up, start to sing. 2 Black and white morning. Beware the red-eyed spider In her world wide web. 3 Quickly, write your words, Send your urgent birdsong out Before the day begins. 4 I wake to haiku. Will I ever learn to write More than single chords? 5 Sweep the apartment, Close down Facebook and Twitter, Pray in the shower. 6 The iron’s sharp nose Starts at the corner, nudges, Smooths my wrinkled day. Comments?
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Wastepaper basket Oval-shaped and slightly bent In my childhood room. 8 Morning’s memory: A woman making a bed, Smoothing the bedspread. 9 Gentle reader, you Make the verse worth living, The day worth writing. 10 I show up at work, Sit down on the worn tripod Tweet Apollo’s words. 11 What are you doing Staying in your house all day? Waiting for the tide. 12 I’d forgotten crows. Their loud argument woke me, Freed me from myself. |
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Wake in the country, Light rushes in like the tide Through curtainless windows. 14 Wind from the ocean Howls over the barren earth. All it knows of love. 15 While a cold rain tries To erase what’s left of snow, I vacuum the rug. 16 Muse, take up your pen, Stop inspiring others, Tell your own story. 17 Glass screen in my palm, What is my lifeline? Tell me, Who is the fairest? ❧ |
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