Deamons

Note to Anon

It's a shame that such well thought-out and worded posts can't (or won't) be posted here. There is, of course, a part of me which would like nothing better than to post the comments I've recently received. But the better part of valor is always discretion - as I assume you are all aware - since your refusal to comment under your own names while being perfectly willing to allow others (such as myself) to take the heat for broadcasting your ideas and opinions speaks volumes of your own courage and your own fears.

This is not to say that I disagree with them - or with your rights to vocalize them. Just not in my playground and just not under the broad cloak of "anonymous."

I would, of course, appreciate being able to correspond with you guys since apparently we share many of the same views even if we don't agree on how and/or where to best express them. These one-sided conversations leave me feeling just a bit out-of-sorts and irritated. How can I respond to your charges if I don't know who or where you are?

Besides, if you're truly serious, how on earth do you expect that the "problem" can be addressed if we all choose to remain anonymous? There's strength (and safety, if any one's afraid) in numbers, yanno?

As for me, I walk the narrow line because it seems the kindest and wisest thing to do.

Convince me otherwise.

Comment Moderation

At least for a while the comment moderation feature is going to be turned on.

I'm a big believer in free speech - I'm just not a big believer in cheap speech.

"Poet and Critic"

Allright! A new workshopping board for metrical poets!!!

Not only that - but a new workshopping board for metrical poets who don't feel like wading through tons of personality crap and bullshit cliques to get there.

One with the focus on poetry rather than on popularity.

What more can a misfit metricist like myself ask for?

Poet and Critic

Wish-Fullfillment

Today at five o'clock I shall fullfill one of my lifelong dreams. Yes, you guessed it, we are getting a dorm sized refrigerator for the bedroom.

Ahhh....bliss.

All I need now is a microwave and hotplate and I'll never have to get out of bed again.

Damn Near A Sonnet....Rocky Scan

Rahula

Come sit, Oh fat and Buddha-bellied cat
who thinks he’s kin to humankind. Reach up
and touch your paw against my face before
you climb into my lap. Turn once, then turn
again and find a place of joy. Stretch each
small claw - first sheathed and then unsheathed and knead
and purr and knead and kneed until your heart’s content.
We’ll sit together, you and I, and rock and reminisce
on lives once lived and loves once lost,
while safe within the fireplace, the dying embers die.

You’ll recollect an alley draped in dark,
and I, a house too cold and damp. Your mother’s
milk was all you knew - and I, those children,
soft and warm, small hands against my face.

Well Worth Reading.....Jehanne Dubrow

I don't often find "contemporary poets" that I'm willing to recommend - but Jehanne is different. She's really good. I don't know her, but I wish I did.

Follow the poetry links, please:

Notes from the Gefilte Review

Heard On CNN This Morning

Deidre Imus - "You must stop sending hate mail to these women. If you must send hate mail, send it to my husband."

Go, Dedrie!!!

The Decider Decides.....

for the 171st time!!!!