Not a Persona Poem Let me drop the masks and personae, the aliases, pseudonyms, heteronyms, the assumed voices and misdirections. Who is Carl when he's at home? I never go into that room. Trout have significance, rats have character, bees keep the world running, birds might be complicated machines […]
A heteronym poem for April 29th.
We'll See The snapdragons nod their magenta heads. The potted marigolds shine even as their cheap pots crumble. The horseradish is rioting in its corner of the yard next to the air conditioner. The lilac we planted in part because lilacs grew in my childhood, after two years of listless blossoms […]
A heteronym poem for April 27th.
Heteronym Sturgis Giteau's statement of faith. ADULT CONTENT WARNING, even though the naughty words have been b*****ed out. (By me, not by Sturgis.)
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.
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.
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.
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 […]
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