The Ides of March, per the Roman calendar, is March 15th. In Roman times, the Ides of March was a festive day dedicated to the god Mars and a military parade was usually held. In modern times, the term Ides of March is best known as the date that Julius Caesar was assassinated, in 44 BC
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Vera Pavlova
“The ovaries of a newborn girl contain up to 400,000 egg cells.” All my poems are already in me.” ~Vera Pavlova About three months ago a friend gave me a copy of the Poetry Foundation’s magazine “Poetry”. The magazine was founded in 1912 by Harriet Monroe. Although it’s been around for a hundred years it’sContinueContinue reading “Vera Pavlova”
Poetry: Universal Love
The 2012 “Phrasings in Word + Dance” is on! Bellingham Repertory Dance presented its sixth annual collaboration with Chuckanut Sandstone Writers Theater this weekend. What a great three days of art and insight. Carla and the BRD company have outdone themselves, again. This year I was selected, along with 5 other poets, to write a poemContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Universal Love”
Bird Brain
There is a celebrated free concert available to anyone who lives near trees. Songbirds create a relaxing atmosphere, a symphony of background noise that only nature itself could conduct. The soothing effects are almost immediate; a lower heart beat, a happier disposition, and a smile on your face. In the winter my yard is quiet,ContinueContinue reading “Bird Brain”
PAD: Here
No prompt for me today. Just a poem. Day NINE How long? How will this last? When will we say good bye? Our quiet moments in a failing orbit Rock Turned to sand How long does it take? Mountains worked by wind, sun, rain, snow Stop time Please, stop it now All things have anContinueContinue reading “PAD: Here”
Poetry: Midnight Banshees
Midnight Banshees Murder of crows chase a raider owl who clutches a black feathered baby in it’s claws They howl behind the homes racing down back streets Caws want justice while talons extinguish life! The Race of the Midnight Banshees; hunters compete with guardians Foul eating foul The fittest, the quickest will feed- only defeatedContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Midnight Banshees”
Lead Belly
Here is one of my favorite stories about a classic blues artist. This is from my classic blues radio show, “Boosie’s Playhouse” that airs/streams on KMRE 102.3, heard every Saturday night at 10p PST: Lead Belly, the famous classic American Blues artist was born in 1888 as Huddie Ledbetter. He reached the top of his bluesContinueContinue reading “Lead Belly”
Poetry: Droplet
All the rain is making me think about this poem from 2010: Sitting with a warm cup sipping down the chamomile looking up in awe at the droplets drop Abstract cutouts of dark trees create the stage so I can view you descending from a silvery cloud What of that one drop? Where were youContinueContinue reading “Poetry: Droplet”
Poetry: September Wind
Remember the old days around a camp fire when each person took turns adding to the story? Well, what if two friends did the same thing but in the form of a poem? My island friend Peter and I did just that over the past five days. The results? Read for yourself: S: The windContinueContinue reading “Poetry: September Wind”
A Friendly Lot
Princess following me on my walk In my new neighborhood, just up the hill is an empty lot. I discovered it one weekend while taking my cat for a walk. We have foxes in the area and she won’t go far from the home unless someone walks with her. It’s a mutual benefit, she getsContinueContinue reading “A Friendly Lot”
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