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 […]
A poem by the family dog about the family cat.
A heteronym poem.
A poem by one of my heteronyms, addressed to another of my heteronyms as part of an ongoing philosophical debate.
I don't think this is a very good poem, but when you write a poem a day that happens. Riddle-me-ree A feral grape vine that grapples and years long crimps an arthritic chain link fence fencing a savage yard of thin rodents and mad thistles behind a decadent house denuded of paint, naked of curtains […]
2019-04-01. NaPoWriMo 2019
The poem for day 1 of NaPoWriMo 2019 is by one of my heteronyms. To M., on our Mutual Folly A poem for Whan That Aprille Oh Folly, how sweet to lick thy lips, far from worries of work-wracked mind, of crampt hand bound to daily task. Let be no more nor boss nor bills, but only this bed wide as the […]
A pi-based poetic form for Pi(e) Day.
Gearing up for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 in April. I'm already writing a poem for every day in 2019 for a Facebook group, but during April I will posting a poem for every day on the blog. Some of these poems will be by heteronyms - a term coined (in this usage) by Portuguese poet Fernando […]
The following are the books I plan to read in the near future. I'm sure I'll end 2019 with only a few of these crossed off. I won't necessarily read them in the order they're listed below, and I'll be reading other books in-between or simultaneously. The Tale of Genji, by Murasaki Shikibu Mrs […]
I've been trying, over the past some years, to diversify my reading--not necessarily by genre or subject, but by authors. I grew up a bookworm, and over the years I've read probably thousands of books by white, cis male, mostly heteronormative, mostly Anglophone writers. It occurred to me a while […]