In the Waiting Room In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist’s appointment and sat and waited for her in the dentist’s waiting room. It was winter. It got dark early. The waiting room was full of grown-up people, arctics and overcoats, lamps and magazines. My aunt was inside what seemed [...]
Archive for April, 2007
Poem of the Day: In the Waiting Room
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, room, waiting, Write, Writer on 04/30/2007 | Leave a Comment »
Poem of the Day: so you want to be a writer?
Posted in bukowski, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, Write, Writer on 04/29/2007 | 2 Comments »
so you want to be a writer? if it doesn’t come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don’t do it. unless it comes unasked out of your heart and your mind and your mouth and your gut, don’t do it. if you have to sit for hours staring at your computer screen or [...]
New Photography Page
Posted in Nina Alvarez, Philadelphia, photography on 04/26/2007 | Leave a Comment »
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Poem of the Day: New Coat of Rain
Posted in Nina Alvarez, poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, rain, Write, Writer on 04/25/2007 | 1 Comment »
New Coat of Rain New coat of rain, paint side walks rift through papers in dry corners, she wonders floor grease at home, tells her son where the hookah hung out and what too is important, long and broad she is the cobweb that will wait forever to be swept, hanging on so well, so [...]
Poem of the Day: Deathless Aphrodite of the Spangled Mind
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, sappho, Write, Writer on 04/25/2007 | 2 Comments »
Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind, child of Zeus,who twist lures, I beg you do not break with hard pains, O lady, my heart but come here if ever before you caught my voice far off and listening left your father’s golden house and came, yoking your car. And fine birds brought you, quick sparrows [...]
Poem of the Day: What You Should Know to be a Poet
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, snyder, Write, Writer on 04/24/2007 | 3 Comments »
What You Should Know to be a Poet all you can know about animals as persons. the names of trees and flowers and weeds. the names of stars and the movements of planets and the moon. your own six senses, with a watchful elegant mind. at least one kind of traditional magic: divination, astrology, the [...]
Poem of the Day: from A Season in Hell
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poetry, rimbaud, season, Write, Writer on 04/23/2007 | Leave a Comment »
from A Season in Hell Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed. One evening I took Beauty in my arms – and I thought her bitter – and I insulted her. I steeled myself against justice. I fled. O witches, O [...]
Poem of the Day: untitled
Posted in poem, poem of the day, poet, poetry, robert williams, teas, Write, Writer, writing on 04/22/2007 | 1 Comment »
untitled green and white teas (drinking books in the rain) reading, smoking ash falling in tea (rain falling in tea) more drinking wine drunk (in the meantime) porch sitting in daylight thinking garden wise… (knee deep in white pages) beneath the gray the green bees seek refuge in me (one with a sting seems glad [...]
Poem of the Day: As I Walked Out One Evening
Posted in auden, neighbor, poem, poem of the day, words, Write, Writer on 04/21/2007 | Leave a Comment »
As I Walked Out One Evening As I walked out one evening, Walking down Bristol Street, The crowds upon the pavement Were fields of harvest wheat. And down by the brimming river I heard a lover sing Under an arch of the railway: “Love has no ending. “I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you Till [...]
Poem of the Day: Renascence
Posted in poetry, poem of the day, Write, Writer, poem, millay, renascense on 04/20/2007 | 1 Comment »
Renascence All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another way, And saw three islands in a bay. So with my eyes I traced the line Of the horizon, thin and fine, Straight around till I was come Back to where I’d started from; [...]
