I scheduled a date with Paul Chowder on Friday. We were supposed to hang out and talk about Sara Teasdale. He’d been going on about how some poets spend too much time thinking about death, like going to a movie and just waiting for the credits, which my dad taught me are very interesting if you […]
I moved upstairs to the kitchen to work. I don’t like the kitchen much. It reminds me of all the times I have to cook, and cooking is not something I enjoy. Sometimes when I cook, there’s a fire, and I’m not sure the fire extinguisher was recharged after the last one. It wasn’t my […]
Could the subtlety of poetry be enough to startle others into hearing?
What if inspiration struck, and this happened to you? Our poor Poet never seems to find his sweet spot.
Boy, did I find candy poems. I was the kid in the candy shop. I didn’t know what to buy with my nickel. So I spent 25 cents and bought five poems.
The poet writes again, and the sky’s the limit.
If you’ve been following our Poet, you know he got his poetic license back, but only on probation. Community service: write for the Local Senior Ladies Club.
The Poet enters a plea to get his poetic license back.
In the last edition of the ‘The Poet, ‘ our wordsmith lost his poetic license and turned to journalism. Here he is, on the new job…
What happens when the poet tries to pay his bill with poetic license?
I admire a well-executed villanelle in the same way I admire a Baroque Tromp-l’oeil ceiling