Tag Archives: National Poetry Month

The Tribunal The idea was to speak but none of us spoke. We stood in a line. Moonlight wouldn’t reveal what lay in shadow and our silence felt no echo between us. Like the darkness inside a cave, that complete. … Continue reading →

Copyright 2020 Marian Kaplun Shapiro. Marian Kaplun Shapiro, a practicing psychologist, is the author of a professional book, and seven books of poetry. She was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Upbringing, her latest collection of graphic poems, was published … Continue reading →

Greetings fellow poets and poetry lovers. As you may be aware, tomorrow, April 1, marks the beginning of National Poetry Month which was started back in 1996 by the American Academy of Poets. Ever since then, National Poetry Month has … Continue reading →

I’m pleased to announce the eleventh annual 30 for 30 Poetry Celebration, sponsored by Potomac Review, which will once again take place this year on my web site, www.mikemaggio.net This year’s theme is as follows: Dreaming of Dreams.  Specifically, I’d … Continue reading →

Hello all: Derek Kannemeyer, this year’s judge, has chosen Cheryl T. Cooley, as our winner in this year’s 30 for 30 for her poem “Nina Simone’s Three-Room Childhood Clapboard House.” Congratulations Cherryl! Cherryl will received a one-year subscription to Potomac … Continue reading →

Unfortunately, one of our scheduled poets was unable to participate, so to complete the 30 days, I am offering one of my own. Still Life What can the lonely gutter dobut embrace a blue reclining nudequenched like a footpressed buttmirrored … Continue reading →

Nina Simone’s Three-Room Childhood Clapboard House enduring A-frame house: ashen overlap, splinter after splinter, livid brick legs bowing beneath the sagging hips of worn wood, algae crusted steps, a bare porch rocker, the dingy front door – a cuboidal mouth … Continue reading →

I sunk in search of Cézanne, the pickled flower who has cleaned History’s teeth. He cut up a cigarette and dipped it in tea, remembering it wasn’t a cigarette, and held it with eyes as sharp as a table. But … Continue reading →

Blue Skies, Daydreams, Watching Clouds He saw bears and eagles, an alligator, grandpa’s puppy in heaven. One time, a dragon. One time, Kokopelli. Every day, he watched the clouds boil and rearrange themselves. One day, he saw them form you. … Continue reading →

infer rays flash the sphereas it flies a vectorthrough blue-backed airspinning as it goes a prediction autonomicthe opponents racketmakes a tight arc to meet it and yellowfuzz wafts as the balltangents a different curve © Dave Lego 2023-03-02 Dave resides … Continue reading →