Month: February 2013

A Reckoning

What happens to pine needles? They get wise and smell strongly Of no place you have ever been. Where do daffodil petals go? They rely on the wind and spread news To the beetles and river rats.

Red Fern

If you don’t believe a story Can stay with you in the background Like a picturesque tree you pose before For all of your life, witness this: I loved the baking powder can That Billy saved his money in to buy Those two redbone…

Merlin on the Road

On yet another February day late in that month of unforgiving earth, the irregular beating of junco wings, I rest on a fallen rock, the slab electric with the brutality of bone cold, and the sun fights with clouds, fights to spotlight me, and…

Today, Remember Edna

I first encountered Edna St. Vincent Millay in an old high school literature textbook. Parked like a shiny convertible amongst the hearses of early twentieth century American literature, she called to me. Now granted “Renascence” wasn’t a horn-honking kind of poem, and it was…

Everybody Needs Poetry

What the world needs is another book of poems, huh? Yeah, right. Actually, YES, RIGHT! What the world needs is people stepping out of their monkey-brains long enough to listen to poetry. It may surprise you with what it has to offer. And if…

Ordinary Madness

Two friends of the museum, Johnny White and Brittanie Schneider (both excellent poets and artists–and I’m not biased, just because they are former students from my lost teaching years) made the latest poet chair for the museum. I love it, and I think you…