Not only was I deeply honored when Robert Okaji enlisted me to be the cover artist for his new chapbook, From Every Moment A Second, but the task proved to be one of the most inspiring and rewarding creative endeavors of my life.
I call this piece, “Dream of Flight,” after a line from a poem in Bob’s stunning collection, entitled, “Mayflies.” I hope it offers readers a small sense of the ways in which my life will never again be the same for having read this magnificent little collection of poetry!
Click HERE to order Robert Okaji’s beautiful new chapbook:
available for pre-publication purchase from Finishing Line Press between now and August 11, 2017, and scheduled to ship on October 6, 2017!
This feels a lot more like a beginning than an ending. I’ve accomplished a thing I wouldn’t have guessed I could (though, now I really have my work cut out for me with nearly 7,000 words of new poetry to edit!), and while my eyes are newly opened to the enormous specter of how very little I actually know in this life, I’m feeling eager for the next lesson. I am so humbled by and grateful for your interactions and support this month here on WordPress! From the bottom of my heart, thank you all!
Letter from the Other Side of Halfway
…Taking a tip from the meadowlark, I head for the high
desert, my flight path crossing the sagebrush-dotted,
red earth, hoping I’ll soon look down & see you floating
in a sea of ten gallon hats, just beyond the convection
columns braced against the electric blue sky.
I don’t suppose your self-claimed exile looks anything
like I’ve imagined? It’s not with a small twinge of jealousy
that I seek consolation in your brand of solitude on the other
side of that horizon line…
The above is an excerpt. Read the whole poem (and catch up on Days 1-29) here!
This is Jack, the real-life subject of Georgia O’Keeffe’s 1930s study
Jack’s in the Pulpit
Inspired by Daniel Schnee
My verdant brethren of the forest floor
what need have ye for addling adornments?
Shed your dreams of sepals! Bare your fleshy
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and the lovely Jill!
Yesterday, I learned the heartbreaking news of two men who were murdered and one (Micah David-Cole Fletcher, 21) who was wounded and is being treated in a local hospital, on the evening of Friday, May 26, 2017, in a brutal attack on a MAX train in North Portland.
The alleged perpetrator (who will not be named on this website) is a known felon, white supremacist, and provocateur in the Greater Portland-Metro area. The three victims involved had tried to intercede between the perpetrator and two young women (one of whom was wearing a hijab) whom the former was viciously assaulting with what was described by witnesses as “anti-Muslim rhetoric” and “hate speech.”
Ricky Best was an upstanding citizen, military veteran, and father of four children. Taliesin Myrrdin Namkai-Meche, a recent graduate of Reed College, was just beginning his professional life, and was adored by his family. Both men are heroes in the purest sense. My heart aches so for their families at this time of their grievous loss.
There is This
Written May 27, 2017, for Ricky Best & Taliesin Myrddin Namkai-Meche
On a trellis erected between my west suburb neighborhood
& the nearest MAX station the wisteria vines burgeon
into dusky purple blooms bursting with the dizzying fragrance
of a dessert wine but yesterday while I was out walking
as the early evening heat broke I noticed those sallow petals
carpeting the concrete in their waning just since the previous day
were already bearing the heavy imprints illumined by
the sun’s oblique indifference of commuters’ footfalls
& the signature parallel furrows of teenaged skateboarders…
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“Trust me, you by yourself are not what makes everything so beautiful. It’s the combination, the coming together of all these different people from different backgrounds with different beliefs coinciding with one another, the interactions between them and the different products of those interactions that’s what makes society so great.”
Micah David-Cole Fletcher, winner of the 2013 “Verselandia” competition, performing and reflecting on his poetry on OPB’s Think Out Loud
My Dear WordPress Friends!
Thank you for your continued enthusiasm and patience with me! The joyful interactions that have been happening on this site have served to keep me afloat during what has proven to be quite an extreme challenge for me. You’ve made it possible, and for that I am grateful!
Please take a couple of minutes to check out this AMAZINGLY quirky, inspiring & POETIC video I found on YouTube (link below) to accompany my little ditty on Cuttlefish! You won’t be sorry!
Broken (Day 26)
Your kindergartener learned
a new trick on the monkey bars
Cuttlefish (Day 27)
the way you negotiate the world
by climbing into platonic forms
to become the myriad ideal bodies
of the sea floor…
Continue reading both pieces (& catch up on Days 1-25) here!
I got #24 in last night at about 10 pm, so count it! It’s coming down to the wire here, and I may very well have dug as deep as deep goes, but who knows? No one’s singing just yet… Thanks so much for following along with me this month, everyone!
Psychedelic (Day 23)
in a substance-less trip
to the universe yet to be
where atoms infused with
one and a half teaspoons of photons…
Osmosis, and the Willingness of Light to Participate (Day 24)
With thanks to Ken Gierke* for supplying the title!
When at the behest of a word
light—as in Let there be…—was parsed
apart from her swirling enmeshment in shadow
such that stultified yang stretched out
into a borderless yin-less orphan
only to be instructed to believe it was good
was the day she dissociated from her true self
somewhere in spacetime…
Continue reading both pieces (& catch up on Days 1-22) here!
*Check out Ken’s lovely work on WordPress at rivrvlogr !
sleepless penitence sings the present inheritance
composed of feckless forebears & their victims
repeating measures in blood an imperative surging
the body awake at night…
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Les Belladones sans Merci
What ails you, Keyboard Warrior,
alone & typing in your room?
No nightshades blossom on my screen
to face our doom…
What ails you, Keyboard Warrior,
with swollen eyes & bearing rough?
That tawny succor in your mug
won’t be enough…
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