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Tinder for poets

On a fall day in New York City I left a poem in Central Park . . . poem is on bench under orange sign  Women and Horses by Maxine Kumin   “After Auschwitz, to write a poem is barbaric.” -Theodor Adorno   After Auschwitz:  after ten of my father’s kin— the ones who stayed—starved, […]

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Tale of two pianos

  To His Piano by Howard Nemerov   Old friend, patient of error as of accuracy, Ready to think the fingerings of thought, You but a scant year older than I am With my expectant mother expecting maybe An infant prodigy among her stars But getting only little me instead–   To see you standing […]

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Morning surprises

  Breakfast by Ljubomir Simovic   Didn’t I say last night it will snow?   What else would there be but snow? I no longer wait for the rustle of wings, or some dove to make my heart leap and shine its light on me.   Snow has hatched in every den and lair putting […]

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Two suggestions

If you’ve got a fever and the only prescription is more Poem Elf  (and you’ve already had all the cow bell you can take)–   –Or– if you like poetry in very small doses and you don’t like reading long blog posts–     –I have a suggestion for you. Follow me on Twitter. @Poemelf […]

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Merry Trish-ness

If I measured my value in the number of Christmas cards I’ve received this year, I’d be having a Charlie Brown “I got rocks” kind of feeling right now. But the depressing emptiness of my Christmas card holder lost its sting when I opened my email yesterday.  My friend Trish Rawlings, artist, writer, and frequent […]

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Standing up by sitting down

  Rosa By Rita Dove   How she sat there, the time right inside a place so wrong it was ready.   That trim name with its dream of a bench to rest on. Her sensible coat.   Doing nothing was the doing: the clean flame of her gaze carved by a camera flash.   […]

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I hope the Moon Child wins

Every year Baltimore’s Enoch Pratt Library holds an Altered Book Contest.  An altered book is a bound book that’s been reworked in some way—torn, painted, sculpted, woven—to create a piece of art.  (Link here for examples.)  My friend Trish Rawlings’ entry, above, is entitled “l’enfant lune.”  Here’s a 3-dimensional view:     I’m entranced by […]

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Caroline on the brain

The week before Halloween seems the right time to share an image that’s haunted me since I first saw it a few years ago.  “Caroline” is a mixed media photograph created by my old friend Trish Rawlings, an artist and writer living in Baltimore. The photograph is taken from a series called Revenant, meaning “one […]

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