Tag: poetry
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Grunt : a poem for Inconveniences Rightly Considered
This poem — Grunt — is a part of a poetry podcast in which I’m reading first from my book Inconveniences, Rightly Considered — a collection of poems I wrote since 2005. Eventually I’ll include the poems of your local lay poets:
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Silt : poem for Inconveniences Rightly Considered
This poem is a part of a poetry podcast in which I’m reading first from my book Inconveniences, Rightly Considered — a collection of poems I wrote since 2005. Eventually I’ll include the poems of your local lay poets:
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A Defense of Poetry : Inconveniences Rightly Considered
This Defense of Poetry is the start of a poetry podcast in which I’m reading first from my book Inconveniences, Rightly Considered — a collection of poems I wrote since 2005.
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Spiva Center for the Arts : Rebecca Kanan’s Poem based on Mearcstapa
Thanks to F.C. Schultz for the heads up. Rebecca Kanan wrote a poem for Spiva Center for the Arts based on the album cover Mark Neuenschwander and Dave Mehrens made for my failed Kickstarter album: She wrote it for Spiva Center for the Arts “1,000 Words” project in which poets and tellers are invited to write…
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A Drizzle in Brooklyn — from 58 poems written at 29
A drizzle in downtown Duenweg is something Like my wife waking and the water of her shower Misting me while I make my chin Clean with the cutting. The crisp mist Is a walk by a wayward water fountain Or a splash pad. Spread the mist Over the evening and aim it at me And…
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Home — from 58 poems written at 29
You yanked up years of dreaming When they pulled the plug out. Powerful longings — How they flounder in flame. But fleeting are the ways Friction frees us: it frames our pains But tames truth — is the time we spend Bitter a better base for erecting Tomorrow’s morning? Minds fashioned After the evening will ever…
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Pane — from 58 poems written at 29
Light leaks in lifting the spirit Of this glass-surfaced glittering kitchen Table and my letters. To tend to many Things in thin-air — this is a way To illumine our love. For light, it shines On to it and up to it, undergirding Its place in our plane. The panel of glass-surface, Framing our fictions, fades…
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Mother of Exiles
Eight-hundred. Their open mouths Similarly sing songs we all know Though know not: their tongues — they show No face cards. Nimble, demure, go ghosts Of the Mind of God, mad sod made sad, Triangle eyelids, squares and trundle sides, But they’re still eyes, you know. Stopping together They see as one. Smell as one though…
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To Della Beyond the Veil
You yearned for your homeland. Always do. After the era passes you, you pass too. Music styles wane as moons, Norwood’s fiddle when new knew you, knew grandkids too, never me though or the little themes that we know, millennials make do. My how the strings request of me: “Play.” Can resonance reach across a…
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Why Tara and I Quit Social Media. All Of It.
Starting this month, Tara and I quit social media. All of it. Deleted about ten years of followers on Twitter accidentally — that kind of kicked it off. Then I deleted about 25k in Reddit karma. Nothing to brag about, but certainly not an insubstantial amount either. She got rid of Instagram and Facebook. I…
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58 poems at 29 years old + The State of the Schaubert
On odd years, I’ve made this habit of doubling my age and writing that many poems. I did it with the 46 @ 23, the 50 @ 25, and the 54 @ 27. This year, I’m adding a tradition of updating everyone on the lay of the land. So here’s where things stand for me…
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The Gateway Drug: Poetry
Chapter two in a series on Book and Art Business 101 wherein I show how the solid logic of art business sold me on self-publishing. If you’re too busy for the whole series, download your copy of my Cheat Sheet for Book and Art Business 101. Let me tell you the way of things: I fell into this gig.…