Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

I want to thank everyone who joined in this year’s 30 for 30 National Poetry Month celebration, sponsored by Potomac Review. There were many fine poems and many fine revisions which both surprised and delighted. I hope that those of … Continue reading →

One-Sided Conversation   (Original Version) A man in Japan built a small booth white with glass panels on a grassy hill overlooking the Pacific with a disconnected rotary phone inside so he could talk to his dead cousin, whom he … Continue reading →

THE BIG FAINT THE BIG FAINT (Original Version) I never fell out before So when I got up off the floor It was as big a surprise to you as to me ‘cause I never fell out, you see They … Continue reading →

The Book(Original Version) The book is a torso,             a mutilated hulk                         of limbless stone— but whether fragmented             by time or by origin,                         by mistake or by design, is hard to tell.             An artifact                         standing … Continue reading →

Dinnertime (original version)     The forks to probe are where they belong. The knives for cutting rest on the right. The spoons for measuring don’t know where to fit, and whether we need them anymore. Candles with black wicks, … Continue reading →

To preserve formatting, this poem has been saved as  a PDF. Please click on the link below to access it. Marc is a DC area poet who grew up in Iowa. He is a member of the Earth Collective, a … Continue reading →

The Praise of Birds (Original Version)   Can’t get enough of it ever–the flight of birds. I love their navigation:  precise   as mathematics, their gyroscope-intricate lift-and-return.  They’re wild to bet   it all in this older than thee-and-thou ballet.   … Continue reading →

Pirouette Bare (Original Version)   She waved her hands and twirled around the stage with a locket around her neck of a girl and her mother. She pressed her hands, squeezing tight the necklace with every pirouette. Her dress sparkling … Continue reading →

The Sound of Poetry (Original Version)   Sounds are all I have still, sounds that drift unheard on frequencies in air. Sometimes I put my sounds into a microphone, amplify being ambition, albeit in an absence of current. Sometimes I … Continue reading →