For Shakespeare's (probable) birthday yesterday, I rewrote his Sonnet 73 as a haiku* sequence.
Our dog, Lucy, wanted to get in on the "explain your deepest beliefs" action.
A heteronym poem by Basil Cartryte.
A work by heteronym Thomas Gorn.
A visual work by heteronym Basil Cartryte.
Since I've asked all my heteronyms to write about their deepest beliefs, it's only fair that I do likewise.
Another entry in my heteronyms writing about their deepest beliefs.
A heteronym poem for April 17th.
I've asked my heteronyms to relate their most deeply held beliefs.
B.A.C. Summers in the working class Old Northeast neighborhood, my younger sister and I would escape home's uncontrolled climate and trudge a mile to the library, arms stretched to hold stacks of books to return. Hills were hard, but we enjoyed patches and passages of shade along the way. The […]
First Judgment I am the text. God, the modernist New Critic, demands I speak in this moment for myself, and denies one syllable of influence from my times or my Author. -- Carl Bettis 2019-04-14 Image info: William Blake, plate 26 from Jerusalem. From Open Culture […]
Finally catching up with today's poem, another heteronym work.
Still catching up on my posting with heteronym poems.
Continuing to catch up on posting my NaPoWriMo works, currently with heteronym poems.
I've been writing my poem-a-day, but haven't had a chance to post. Catching up now, with nothing but heteronym poems.
Until, That Is I swell with love for nature, until a rolling sweet-gum ball twists my ankle, I step in dog shit or a bird poops on my head. Such love for humanity! --Until someone jostles me or wants to talk or at book sales I race with other bibliophiles. And so full for love of God am I, until I […]
For April 7th, a heteronym who mostly sits on the bench comes into the game. (Hey look, I did a sports metaphor! I bet I got it wrong!)
Another heteronym poem. I'd meant to write something in my own voice, but the usually mild-mannered mr hobson shoved his way in. knowing myself there i am in the night wind and in the smell of mud it brings, and again in the nacreous sky that curls over me, and look, look where i dash into shadows […]