We have these stories about the perfect place. That first Biblical story of the land of love and fruit created in the image of the fruit-maker, the lover of all things sensory, all things finite and mortal. Potential blossomed on the vines trailing across the garden paths.
Paradise in the stories where people go to find the lost world of hope and opportunity, where the streets glisten with welcome and the seasons adopt the human to nurture through change. Continue reading
I just submitted a grant application for a project I’ve been thinking about . . . maybe all my life. Poem Town. There’s some inspiration there from Edgar Lee Masters who created Spoon River Anthology, a collection of poems from former residents of Spoon River talking from the grave. When I taught high school, we always created a town and emulated Spoon River by collaborating on a cast of characters and then writing poems to go with each one. Imagining a town and its inhabitants and the stories that intertwine and create the community is an exciting, inspiring act. Continue reading
It’s almost here! Dark and Scary at the Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry. We will check out the museum, have cookies and cocoa, and tell scary stories around the campfire when it gets dark.
DARK & SCARY
Oct. 25, Saturday
Rural Oklahoma Museum of Poetry
Bring a favorite scary poem to read. If you entered the Scary Poem Contest—come prepared to share your poem and take home a prize! FREE. FREE. FREE.
Beware the Sasquatch, the coyote, and . . . other scary things in the dark…..Let’s entertain them with poetry.
ROMP is easy to find. Click the Visit Us page. To Google the address or put it in your GPS, just type in Perkins Rd, Locust Grove, and you will find us. Call if you need help. 918-864-9152.
The first place I looked was where the spring rounded the grove of oaks and began to widen into a creek shadowed by sycamores. The moss grew thick on the bare spots of earth where the sun only reached in winter speckles between branches. It spread across the rocks—outcropped on the edges of the creek and sunk into the bank sloping up to a path the deer and raccoon spent their lives making. Continue reading
You lie on the naked bed, the sheets
Finishing the spin cycle, the trailer walls
Shuddering slightly with the motion.
One cat is at your feet, the others
Line the rooms like Egyptian statues
On guard for a dropped piece of cheese. Continue reading