Category Archives: 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration

In case you missed the 30 for 30 radio appearance on Dennis Price’s show on Tuesday evening, he has posted the podcast on his website.  Scroll down  and you will find it along with a photo of the in-studio guests … Continue reading →

Salon Moulinex in dusty pink streams in flight back and forth over the long locks of hair I used to have before I fell from town, from homeroom, from a girl’s reputation and grace. It was long, dark and purely … Continue reading →

Taylor and the Merry-Go-Round Gleaming red and warmed from the summer sun, the merry-go-round sat, waiting for the first of September when through the recess doors will burst a pack of fifth graders who will sprint past the big slide … Continue reading →

To a powerful politician One day I saw a stranger’s soul When he came riding on a horse. He made it pirouette in gold caparison, Prance out bold deeds, strike sparks for my delight, Brag proclamations of his might, Drum … Continue reading →

Today’s poems is by Robert Michael Oliver. To preserve the formatting, the poem is presented as a PDF. Please click on the link to read. Horn Spotting Robert Michael Oliver is a poet, playwright, theatre artist, and educator living in … Continue reading →

Something I Don’t Usually Look Forward To Doing exercises in the shower. The shower part alone. I can’t not think about waterfalls and waterboarding. But also the exercises. They smack too much of what they call stress positions and of … Continue reading →

Drifting Thinking of Somalia These spring snowflakes agree on nothing.  Most move downward but a few are caught in contrary air and rise on it.  Many travel left to right like print, though some run like thoughts in a helter-skelter … Continue reading →

The Artifice of Politics I wanted to be the new governor….at least I was going to try So  “come into my parlor said the spider to the fly”….. I opened the door to her office, she turned and smiled sweetly … Continue reading →

She Wonders What Will Become Of This City The sky above swells into a bruise over a blood vessel. Swarms of mosquitoes rise from puddles and gutters. It is always about to rain, sometimes about to thunder. Acid rain cannot … Continue reading →

From Wisconsin to Florida Have I dragged the cold from the Midwest to the tropics? Shivering in a winter jacket I look for alligators of years past, babies boarded on their backs. What I see are snout nose turtles shells … Continue reading →