This morning, while drinking first cuppajoe, instead of writing poetry, I decided to watch some Kimmel, who is broadcasting in Brooklyn this week. First I laughed along with guests, Seth Meyers and John Oliver. John talked about how his kid is a big fan of Kimmel’s sidekick, Guillermo, and about his roles as heavy on…
#FFF 78 — Kousa Kollection
Friday Favorite Feature is a little late today, partly due to POPO 2026 posts starting. It’s been a hella busy week for me and it isn’t over yet. I’m not complaining. It’s mostly been fun things. Last week was a trip to the dental hygienist for my last cleaning of the year. The kousa dogwood…
POPO 2026 Day 2
Tomato plants have neverbeen so tall wide healthycovered with blossomsBut where are the beesto fruitify them? Too manypossible desert culprits;maybe collaborators in crimeof pesticide, disease, drought?Pollinators are our canariesin the gardening mine.
POPO 2026 Day 1
Hello Everyone! Today begins my sharing of postcards and poems sent to people on my list for the annual Poetry Postcard Festival I’ve been participating in since 2021. Kerfe got me started back then and I have fallen in love with the experience. We get a list of 31 names and between July 4 and…
reblog from 8 years ago
Surrender (poem)
September 30: National Day of Remembrance for U.S. Indian Boarding Schools
American Indian Boarding School in the 1800’s BoardersA string of stolen children, scared, confused, snake, capped with flying penguins.Led to stools, stripped, dusted,and shaved, paving the way:institutional erasure.Sacked, sad, desked, rapped,slapped — and worse.So much worse. Unwilling orphans cry for parents.Unheard pleas echo lifetimes. From the Law Librarians of Congress website: In 2021, Canada passed…
#FF — Invitations
Invitations Fortification bricks are placed, mortared with blood, over decades. A sprawling structure, it’s sectioned into rooms, floors, cellars, and turrets. Each space has its purpose. I travel freely throughout its memories. Those regarding it will never see all of its exterior. Few will be invited in. One summer morning, while writing a poem to…
