Thoughts on “Getting” Poetry

Sometimes poems wait for you. It’s like a poem has run up ahead to get the lay of the land and then waits for you to catch up. That’s how you can get a poem way before you get a poem, way before being able to put into words the why or the how of it. But somehow your...

Me and Billy Collins

It’s not for not having people who love me. Not at all. And it’s not for not loving people, including a number whose side I would pick up and fly around the world to be at in a moment’s notice if ever they said the word. There’s even a dear I have no doubt would...

Menagerie

Who is the clambering animal in me and what does she clamber for? What dreams rest on my Rocky Mountain peaks? What wants lie wedged in the crags of my Sierras? What animal warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas? Like “The Guesthouse” by Rumi, Carl Sandburg’s...

Heidi’s Birthday

My friend, Pierre, wrote this poem for me on my birthday. I love it. (by P.C. Billon)Shifting your weight, you’ve made your feet at home In the soft, white sand.You stop, for a moment And let the world continue on its way. The clouds inch their way inland, And dusk is...

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