My heart is an orange gourd; my love its hot pulpy mess & bulbous seeds. Roast them hot, the green seeds of my love. Eat them whole.
Monthly Archives: October 2012
Last November, I quit my day job, packed my bags and hopped a plane to Southeast Asia. As part of a five-man team from Imago Dei Community, I spent two weeks traveling in Vietnam and Cambodia, seeking out stories of … Continue reading
So here’s the thing about poetry: there’s a lot of it out there. Like, a lot a lot. Millions of books, billions of individual poems floating around out there like dust motes. You breathe them in daily and don’t even … Continue reading
Here’s an oldie but a goodie, dusted off just for you this morning. It still rings hopeful to me, flying cat and all. Happy Sunday. Ad Infintium The foil wings stapled to the kitten won’t make it fly. God uses … Continue reading
This week’s Friday PSA (a gimmick I just came up with, like, right this second) is the excellent news that NPR is streaming Macklemore and Ryan Lewis’ new album The Heist. It doesn’t drop, as they say, until next week … Continue reading
I’m on a difficult kick: I’m trying to replicate a Matthew Dickman poem. Not resurrect, not re-write, just replicate the stream-of-consciousness flow that seems to erupt from a fount deep inside his brain or stomach or groin or wherever. It’s … Continue reading
Just finished my first read-through of Portland poet Emily Kendal Frey’s The Grief Performance. I need more time to sit with the book and absorb all she’s going for (with responses to follow), but there are gems that stand out … Continue reading