How Can a Poet Tell A Man’s Been In the Kitchen?

This time when I came from a Highlights Workshop, Don was with me!
The kitchen was neat, smelled sweet, and was in clear focus.

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Messy Kitchen Sink Messy Kitchen Sink

(sing to the tune of The Happy Wanderer)

When oft’ I go a wandering,
My nap sack on my back,
I know my man leaves odd footprints:
The kitchen floor has tracks!

I can hear, I can see,
I can hear
I can see ee ee ee ee ee
I can see
The kitchen floor has tracks!

The cabinets are open wide,
The sugar’s sprinkled high,
The dirt’s pressed down upon its side,
Like bird poo dropped from nigh!

I pull out pen and quickly write
As far as I can see;
While scrubbing clean the stains to right
And ordering cleanly!

I whisk the broom; collect the crumbs,
The meters in my step
The pots and pans, the prunes and plums
Are shining bright, yep, yep!

It’s time for rhyme and rhythm now,
The counters neat; food stacked.
The order’s back, you smell the chow:
“Come…

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Panoramic view of Workshop

Panoramic@theDHWorkshop

Panoramic taken with an iPhone6

wide view of poets

deep view of poem structures

rhymes, rhythms, meters.

City of Light Across the Water

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Poppy Red’s Encaustic Painting

Charles Wright won the Pulitzer Prize (1998) for Black Zodiac.

Wright served as U.S. poet laureate of the United States from 2014 to 2015.

On writing poetry, Charles Wright  says:

“Language is the element of definition, the defining and descriptive incantation. It puts the coin between our teeth. It whistles the boat up. It shows us the city of light across the water. Without language there is no poetry, without poetry there’s just talk. Talk is cheap and proves nothing. Poetry is dear and difficult to come by. But it poles us across the river and puts music in our ears.”

Definition #305 Passwords

Don’t forget your passwords

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How did I end up in this box? How did I end up in this box?

Today Apple pulled

my passwords out of me be-

fore I could create.

Locked each gate to take

my breath away; I broke…died.

Then rose again: new!

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Three Year Old Communiques

Cardboard iPhones take the day!

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8-27-14Oliver

It’s 8AM.
I’m treating the grand kids to breakfast at the diner.
Oliver takes out his cardboard iPhone, made by his Papa,
and listens, while his imaginary friend begs him to come
rescue him from a ditch.
Do you think his father ever had to do this?

Instead of the ditch, we went to Price Chopper and
learned how to find 5 items(under $5)
peruse the card aisle for Birthday cards,
push them in a teeny cart,
check and bag them out,
and discard packaging.

TOTAL fulfillment for Nana Jeanne!

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Subway Ride To School

Fly On the Wall

 

5AM Subway Ride to School

.

Got the trombone

in its case

backpack on my “hump”

.
Squeezing 

through the doors

’til angry 

rubber thumps-

.
jumps its rubber lips

firm shut!

an IRT, IND, BMT 

subway bite-

.
A real life squeeze

IN REAL LIFE

IRL

.
Frankenstein

freaky, scary,

TO BE HONEST

TBH

trip.

Subway Smell

Ginger&Jon

subway smell
swims up nose
musty wheels
cling and spin

out my window
signs fly past
whoosh ‘n swish
whoosh ‘n swish

bodies push
heat swells
I collapse
pink dress spills

feet tramp through
on sunburnt hands
fowl my fingers
hair and dress

just a lump
a sunburnt pink-
dressed tramp
whoosh ‘n swish, whoosh ‘n swish, whoosh ‘n swish…

Inventory

MarcinPiwowarski

illustrator: Marcin Piwowarski

My son taught the grands

to keep only the needed

while my fiery hair

throws gifts

Ellen Hinsey-poet
“Contrary to a generally held view, poetry is a very powerful tool because poetry is the conscience of a society. […] No individual poem can stop a war — that’s what diplomacy is supposed to do. But poetry is an independent ambassador for conscience: It answers to no one, it crosses borders without a passport, and it speaks the truth. That’s why … it is one of the most powerful of the arts.”

Talent Will Out

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illustrated by Vincent X Kirsch

H P Lovecraft  wrote science fiction, fantasy, and horror, a genre that during his life was called “weird fiction.

 It was only after his death that some of the people he had corresponded with in letters were determined to share his work with the public, so they formed a press called Arkham House specifically as a way to publish Lovecraft’s work.

Fantasy and horror writers like Stephen King and Neil Gaiman consider Lovecraft one of their major influences, and Jorge Luis Borges wrote a story, “There Are More Things,” in memory of Lovecraft.

Lovecraft said: “I never ask a man what his business is, for it never interests me. What I ask him about are his thoughts and dreams.”

“All the World’s a Stage!”

I’m still learning!

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a panoramic view of Jeanne a panoramic view of Jeanne
swept away by Oliver swept away by Oliver
swept away by Annika swept away by Annika

Are you part of the plot?
or
Are you part of the audience?

It’s taken me awhile to focus on what the Waldorf School wants for its students.
It doesn’t allow passive audiences.
Instead, fosters initiative.
Wants to develop collaboration
Respect and care for each other.

Yes, above shows how to use an iPad camera and filters,
but also how to watch each other, take turns and see and listen to each other.

I asked the 5 year old what days her 3 year old brother would be joining her at school.
She will attend 5 mornings; he, 2 mornings.
She answered, “maybe on soup day”.
On soup day, the children bring a fresh vegetable, and they cook a soup.The concoctions get mixed reviews.
We call this day “Friday”.
What is more important, to name and…

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