I started writing a poem a couple of months ago. It’s just a stanza written within my bullet journal.
I started writing a poem a couple of months ago. It’s just a stanza written within my bullet journal.
I end this celebration of National Poetry Month as I started it – with the words of Amanda Gorman. So for the thirtieth and final poem, I have chosen her climate change poem, “Earthrise.” Please enjoy.
I wrote and posted this poem some time ago. I wrote as a response to a comment made by a colleague on the subject of reading one’s works in public. It irked me that there are people who “teach” others how to perform their own poetry. How to read it in front of an audience. …
When I asked people who their favorite poet is, I knew that Edgar Allan Poe and William Shakespeare would make an appearance. And I was not disappointed. But from the two, I prefer Edgar Allan Poe. So for the twenty-eighth poem, I have chosen “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe as read by the late, …
Poetry is important to me. It is important that I shared it with others. People I love. People I don’t know. I shared it with library patrons, young and old. I shared it with people on the internet. It is why I can stand in front of an iPad each week and read to children. …
If anything describes the last year, it’s Franny Choi’s “Whiteness Walks into a Bar.” It’s difficult to ignore the privilege and the denial of that privilege even existing. If white privilege exists, then why xyz? As if that is sound argument. Covid deniers took the street, filled their Facebook walls and Twitter feeds with Q-anon …
