Tag: poems
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Paige Lewis’s poem “I’m Not Faking My Astonishment, Honest,” begins, “Looking out over the cliff, we’re overwhelmed/by a sky that seems to heap danger upon us,” and you can read the rest of it at poets.org. I listened to the accompanying Poem-a-Day audio and laughed at her explanation. The poem does feature an overheard line,…
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Watch the GapA New York found-language poemThe next station is—Nathan, sit down,Jingle bells jingle bells,Jingle all the way,Mommy, that’s my school!This is perfect sweater weather,Shop and save, shop and save, Fifteen dollars for an omelette?I’m sitting on a huge pile of equity,Will you stop? I’m eating,You get to go to this beautiful place,It’s not my…
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This is a repost of a guide that I lost when I had to move from Typepad; I just threw everything into the truck and didn’t check all the closets. By “street poems,” I mean poems of overheard conversations and soliloquies. Found-language poems, like “Now or Later” at Street Cake; scroll down to see it.…
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This week’s poem is “Making a Fist,” by Naomi Shihab Nye. It begins, You can read the rest of the poem at the Academy of American Poets. “Making a Fist” is one of the first poems I read in a creative writing class at Columbia many years ago. I attended as a continuing-education student, and…
