http://www.gotpoetry.com/ Gotpoetry - News for poets. Place to write. en-us Mon, 21 Jul 2008 00:39:46 GMT 1440 CPG-Nuke Dragonfly GotPoetry.com News http://backend.userland.com/rss http://gotpoetry.com/images/topics/flaming_head.jpg http://www.gotpoetry.com/News/topic=16.html http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=13137.html Summary: Shakespeare had Ann Hathaway; Emily Dickinson had Thomas Wentworth Higginson. My muse chases birds and digs for chipmunks in the backyard. Mon, 21 Jul 2008 00:39:46 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=12885.html Summary: I was privileged in early May then early July to bear witness to the following events. The two essays you are about to read are mostly true. Thu, 17 Jul 2008 05:06:35 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=12363.html Summary: And as we listened, the last piece of grass in all of Ohio named itself in alien noises and in painful quiet, and in the shifting of things, and in bare cupboards. Going into town was necessary. Tue, 08 Jul 2008 06:00:00 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=12316.html Summary: As we cruise into the month of July, it reminds me that we are slowly nearing the end of this year and yes, its time for our favorite feature – staff picks for the month of July. You can check out our poet of the month/July zhaul here: www.gotpoetry.com/MediaWiki/GotPoetry.com_Contests Mon, 07 Jul 2008 06:14:46 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=11955.html Summary: Abe was about big as bullets when he came in the front door, flannel shirt flyin' and trailer cap on backwards. Yep, he sure were something else, trottin' up the front steps with a bounce in his workboots and his big frame comin' to catch Amy by surprise (even tho' she'd heard his rig off in the distance, a sound not like the train hollow whistle come-take-me-back-to-North-Carolina whistle hollow, she knew the sound of rubber wheels three miles off) an bus her offa her feet with some big kiss. And when he'd come in the front door it was never, Hi, Honey, I'm home, or any some such bullshit, she'da never settle for that, it was a Big Fat WHERE'S THE WOMAN I LOVE SO MUCH!!! and a shit-eatin' smile, he beamed when he'd come in offa the road. He always had something for the boys in the cab. He always sent postcards. He called every night. This was the last time he would be driving home like this. He came home to a house swept and full of boxes, and Amy in a flurry and smiling as she taped paper around the glassware. Tue, 01 Jul 2008 06:20:00 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=11546.html Summary: I walked the floors at night and you started to pack your things in boxes, you said, Just in case, and knew that, in spite of the little mysteries, I didn't want to leave. Joan would mumble, Jerusalem, and the hairs on the back of your neck would stand on end. Joan would say that she wanted to go home and you would suggest to her that maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, her going home. I think that if you could have made her vanish you would have waved your hand and forged her to disappear. Tue, 24 Jun 2008 06:00:00 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=11385.html Summary: This is going to be a strange column, possibly not of much interest to others, because there's just not a lot for me to say here right now. Sat, 21 Jun 2008 03:46:11 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=11125.html Summary: One by one we each woke at the foot of the tree. Just before Lee woke up there, she called it mass hysteria. I told her that there weren't enough of us to call it mass hysteria. Lee put the tea cozy on her head and proclaimed the last two weeks National Tree Camping Holiday, but no one had a calendar to mark anything on, the most we knew was that it was almost autumn, so she reproclaimed Almost Autumn as Tree Camping Holiday. Her attempts at humor fell flat 'cos we were all starting to get nervous and our cheer was wearing thin. Tue, 17 Jun 2008 06:00:00 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=10671.html Summary: I started to walk the floors at night and you started to follow my pattern of walking, but always a few rooms behind. At first we would pretend that we had something that we were working on that would keep us up so late to see the sun rise 'cos we didn't want to worry each other. You would carry a book with you like you were trying to find a comfortable place to read it, complaining about drafty windows and lumpy furniture. I would say that I had some ideas on my mind, carry around my sketchbook and a pen stuck in my ponytail by where I had pulled out grey hairs you had found when we were lying in bed in the morning. Later we just walked through the house without pretension of something else keeping us awake. Sometimes you would put your finger to my lips and say, Shhhh... Listen? Do you hear feet? and we'd stand stock still listening to the little noises of the House, tuning our ears to listen for feet. We would stare out the windows of the House and look at the straw man. We would sit wide awake in our bed looking at each other like kids after a scary movie. We would lie in bed and look out the window, trying to make our eyes tired enough to sink into our bed. We would stare exhaustedly over our coffee cups in the kitchen as morning set in, coming just a little bit later every day. Staring at dawn became our preoccupation as the days started to cool off, just as you'd predicted. We never talked about what kept us up nights 'cos there was nothing say about a case of nightwalks. Tue, 10 Jun 2008 06:00:00 GMT http://gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=10645.html Summary: This time we look at a reading program that has some interesting word combos. Mon, 09 Jun 2008 19:22:59 GMT