! An Angry Poem About Peace by Michael Shepherd This is an angry poem. About those weasel phrases which blow like paper in the street going nowhere, hiding truth, helping us to deceive ourselves. 'The pee-yus pro-sayus' - say … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 12
Regarding Chainsaws Hayden Carruth The first chainsaw I owned was years ago, an old yellow McCulloch that wouldn’t start. Bo Bremmer give it to me that was my friend, though I’ve had enemies couldn’t of done no worse. I took it to Ward’s over … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 11
These are found poems from the back of baseball cards. Specifically, those from the 1966 season and picked at random. Well, okay, not completely at random. My team (Reds), my partner's team (Braves), the team I like the least (Cubs--yeah, suck it, I … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 10
A good and simple Monday morning poem from Thich Nhat Hanh. Waking up this morning, I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion. … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 9
I always carry a little notebook of some sort with me. Sometimes they're fancy. The one I have now is a Slytherin notebook a friend brought back from London. I write all kinds of things in them. Lists and phone numbers and random ideas. They make a … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 8
There's a thin line between flash fiction and poetry. This is a piece I wrote in one of Kathy Fish's amazing Fast Flash workshops. If you ever have the opportunity to take one of her classes, do it. I firmly believe her workshop could pull amazing … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 7
I'm kind of getting into this whole found poem thing. What if poetry is everywhere and we just haven't been paying enough attention to hear it? This poem is taken from conversations at a senior art thesis defense, where students talk about and … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day Six
Such a beautiful sight Green is never as green as in the strange light after an April storm and I have 2,456 steps to go so I leave the sounds of the baseball game on the TV and step out the door. There’s a picture-perfect sunset … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day Five
This morning, a blackout poem, which is a kind of found poem you make by blocking out various words in an existing document. This one came from an e-mail. Response to Colleagues Thank you We *do* … [Read more...]
National Poetry Month: Day 4
This poem dedicated to the folks at Hong Kong Kitchen, who are always there to feed us. Chinese Restaurant by David Shumate After an argument, my family always dined at the Chinese restaurant. Something about the Orient washed the … [Read more...]








