Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

Threshold This grass so rainlacked I can hear the ghosts of my selves step with me. Splintering blades echo. snap my neck again and again. The distance between myself and my front door has never been so vast nor strike … Continue reading →

Swinging in the Big Easy The neon looked like lipstick on the wet street the streetcar rattled and sang rattled and sang somewhere a trumpet and tuba sing sweetly there she was expectant not waiting heart full on Frenchmen Street … Continue reading →

Love on Imaginary Boulevard The chicks are chicking in the rays of the sun. Bees being scatter inside the deepest flowers. The people are peopling among the daisies, sleeping in offices with gardens of dreams. Later, the moon is mooning … Continue reading →

Alternate Crocuses By The Road Purple pointed crocuses shoot up through grass, The ground’s heart warms in the sun as cold nights pass. Spring peaks its head above the green like a flirt, Purple periscope looking above the dirt, No … Continue reading →

I Do(e) The Dressing Room (south) welcomes our brides: Trilby, Carly, Angie, Cher, arrows pierce chalkboard hearts— the shop’s logo a rack of antlers, warning betrothed that soon their veils will turn and bristle twisted crown of points, velvet fur … Continue reading →

Moon over the City The large window, a mirror to the night sky, reflects the moon, almost absorbs the ample, perfect pearl as if it’s rising inside glass. This vitreous facade on the bustling street has harnessed the rays of … Continue reading →

Writers’ Retreat off Inspiration Lane Apologies to John Lennon and “Lucy” Picture some writers in boats on a vast lake, the waves have gone gentle, the water like glass. Then there before them, the sun’s close to setting: a darkness … Continue reading →

Yes, 9 years. And I have poets, far and wide, to thank for making this not just an annual tradition but a successful one as well. 30 for 30 started with a small cadre of poets – 30, to be … Continue reading →