you make magic look so easy - so simple, but it's not. Blood courses through these lines. Fear and anger and sadness and loneliness and pride and love. All blended together in symbols you send through the air. Magic. All of it. Thank you for being you.
This poem is for the birds, my emo frend of frenzy in the forenzic forest that cannot be seen for the trees since you cannot go out on a limb and branch out stumping your friends and, phew loved ones who try to innerstunned your new caws that has thousands of POEtential fallowers, and nevermined the nevermore becaws- the maw the merrie and I am affableto your laughable and we can play and ply the beek-a-boo if given butt a GHOST of a chance. PLAY IT AGAIN SAME. (ONE MO' TIME AND YOU CAN GET AN APPRENTICE RATING UNION CARD FOR THE ALLNIGHTSSLUMMERS MUSICIAN UNION HOW WOULD YOU LIKE THAT! REVISIT THE QUESTION THE OLD TEAMSTERS ONCE HAD:
Is hoffa union betterthan. non at all????????????????????????????? to be continued
Thanks for these little beauties, Sherman. I never wanted to be a warrior who defeated my lifelong grief, because it never entered my head or my heart that defeating my grief over the loss of my father was even possible. Is it?
What was life even like before the TMI era? Information will always provide leaps in human evolution. Smoke signals, printing presses, social media. Art.
All seven of these are clear and lovely. I was especially moved by WAR STORY, and your father's bluff and tenderness. From HOW IT HAPPENED, the line about man's tool making and creativity --"everything we have was constructed from thirst" has haunted me from my first reading, several hours ago. Thank you for sharing your vision and always making me think more deeply.
Anyone of these, great enough; this whole collection simply amazeballs.
Time and War Story laid me out - Vision busted me to laughter. Always a pleasure to "track" you!
Thank you, Georgena!
I loved reading these poems. Wow, wonderful!
Thank you, Rachel.
Many of us want to be that warrior.
you make magic look so easy - so simple, but it's not. Blood courses through these lines. Fear and anger and sadness and loneliness and pride and love. All blended together in symbols you send through the air. Magic. All of it. Thank you for being you.
I will bare witness to the day I turned witless
When my words vanished,
scared shitless.
This happened before, ninetten in the rural New Hampshire's sharp brackles
I lost people's prescence, and moved in with the grackles
Who did not need to translate my cackles'
Nor did their spines clatter up and down terrified
About what they heard from a new horrific , uh, uh
a creature beyond a mere bird
as I woke each predawn silvery sliver preGRACK at dawn
This poem is for the birds, my emo frend of frenzy in the forenzic forest that cannot be seen for the trees since you cannot go out on a limb and branch out stumping your friends and, phew loved ones who try to innerstunned your new caws that has thousands of POEtential fallowers, and nevermined the nevermore becaws- the maw the merrie and I am affableto your laughable and we can play and ply the beek-a-boo if given butt a GHOST of a chance. PLAY IT AGAIN SAME. (ONE MO' TIME AND YOU CAN GET AN APPRENTICE RATING UNION CARD FOR THE ALLNIGHTSSLUMMERS MUSICIAN UNION HOW WOULD YOU LIKE THAT! REVISIT THE QUESTION THE OLD TEAMSTERS ONCE HAD:
Is hoffa union betterthan. non at all????????????????????????????? to be continued
Stunning and inspiring work, Sherman. Thank you for these gifts!
Thank you, Justin.
Thanks for these little beauties, Sherman. I never wanted to be a warrior who defeated my lifelong grief, because it never entered my head or my heart that defeating my grief over the loss of my father was even possible. Is it?
Thanks for these gems. They sparkled my day.
Thanks, Cecilia.
I absolutely adore every single one of these <3
Thank you, Amy.
Thanks, Sherman, for sharing these gems.
Thank you, Roger
What was life even like before the TMI era? Information will always provide leaps in human evolution. Smoke signals, printing presses, social media. Art.
Correction: I misquoted. Should have said "Everything we are" not "Everything we have".
Everything we are AND eveything we have. The typo is accurate!
All seven of these are clear and lovely. I was especially moved by WAR STORY, and your father's bluff and tenderness. From HOW IT HAPPENED, the line about man's tool making and creativity --"everything we have was constructed from thirst" has haunted me from my first reading, several hours ago. Thank you for sharing your vision and always making me think more deeply.
Thank you, Annie.
Thanks for the poetry.
"How it Happened
In the absence of cups,
we shape our hands
into cups, dip them
into the river, fill them
with water, lever them
to our mouths, and drink.
Humans are toolmakers
and everything we are
has been constructed
by thirst."
I have been renewing my vows to my art life lately and the thirst in this poem is everything.
Thank you, Anne-Marie.
Wow. All 7. Wow. Every line, every word, so powerful. I think I will revist, "What I've Stolen, What I've Earned", tonight.
Thank you, Pamela.
My pleasure, you are one of my favorite contemporary poets! Your work really resonates with the poet in me.