Musings

You are the Fog

“What is troublesome about poets sequestered at the university is that unless we go to trade school or are exempt as trust-fund cases, in the sight of potential employers we might as well bear the mark of the beast. As a result, the university is virtually the only place for us. In the nation at large being a poet is suspect at best. ‘Read? I don’t read. Readin’s for queers,’ said one respondent to a recent poll on literacy. What a country.”–C.D. Wright Continue reading “You are the Fog”

Musings

Dad’s First Poem

Once upon a time, without poetry, people were unable “to sow wheat or barley, go out to sea in a ship, make their gods hear them, get well if they were sick, or fight their enemies.” (The Winged Horse). Whatever we used to do of importance would begin or end with poetry. Poetry was originally the work of the people, of all people of any color, rank, position, religion, tribe, or education. Continue reading “Dad’s First Poem”

Poems

The World You Outgrew

At 5:17, the coyotes end their run,
their cries circling in on each other,
a haunting cyclone of sound you never forget.

Sometimes the world you outgrew
reclaims you, surrounding you in its ever-ness.

Keep coming.
     Keep coming closer.

If you have left anything behind,
you don’t need it.
If the darkness threatens to drown you,
remember what is there.

–Shaun Perkins

Musings

May Day: Knock and Run!

When Luke was a child, we occasionally celebrated May Day. We lived in a neighborhood surrounded by old people, and we would make May day baskets, hang them on their doorknobs, knock, and run. Of course, the parent-sanctioned knocking on a door and then running was the favorite part of the whole deal for Luke. Continue reading “May Day: Knock and Run!”