Plath Falls

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.Carl Sandburg We meet in the darkThough we never touchWe feel the others presence SELF-PORTRAIT IN SEMI-ABSTRACT STYLE BY SYLVIA PLATH, INK AND GOUACHE ON PAPER C. 1946-1952 ESTATE OF ROBERT HITTEL, © ESTATE OF SYLVIA PLATH Bathroom Plath Two minds causeThe head to spinHands raised I … Continue reading Plath Falls

April Poetry: Leaf Blowers and Stealing

Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal. – T. S. Eliot Mature poets steal; immature poets imitate.T. T. Tail April Poetry(this is not great, I know.) Tear, apply, tailor poetry Rely a pilot a rapport yetrarely tip toe, pay portalPrey a trial or aptly poetTroop player, tap reality  Try April, play to ear poet AnagrammaticAnagrammatic poetry is poetry … Continue reading April Poetry: Leaf Blowers and Stealing