Friday, August 22, 2014

San Francisco Street Poetry — The Land Itself

Having left Chicago in June for a summer tour of America it is appropriate that upon arriving in San Francisco that we found a poem about the land itself.

The poem — The Land Itself — and mural — Native California — are two of many at the Leonard R Flynn Elementary School on Cesar Chavez Street in The Mission District that we will look at.

Friday, August 15, 2014

About Our Times

We've had some times,
You and I;
Me being me, and you being you.

We moved along those many roads,
Going from place to place,
With lots of cats; hoping it would all work out.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Friday, July 25, 2014

What Do We Know About Shakespeare?

A flash essay by Charles Bane Jr.

I once sat beside a dinner guest, an attorney, who, hearing that I was a poet, spent the evening explaining carefully why Shakespeare was a lawyer, who happened to write plays and sonnets.

This is a tribute to Shakespeare, who inhabited every soul's shoes, but it also underlines the profound difference between our times and the Bard's, when everyone had a general knowledge of law — for their safety's sake — and it further adds to our understanding that Shakespeare — very unlike most his fellow actors — and unlike poets even today, was a businessman determined to prosper, even while giving reign to his genius.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

The Reflecting Pond

Ten years ago
I tattooed a symbolic charm
of happiness on my ankle;
now its detail
nestles within skin’s movement

This morning I turned the music up
and started screening my calls; precise
unbearable voices couldn’t reach me

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

One Night in the Garden District

I slept in your bed last night.
Searched for coffee
and an accompanying mug
in your kitchen this morning.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

The Canadian Home

No noise, no traffic, no sirens
Only the crackling of the fires.

The solar lights brighten up the yard
Living up here is not that hard

Our furry kids run wild and free
The trees have grown two feet or three

Northern lights occasionally come
The speckled fawns will follow their mom

Friday, June 27, 2014

Quaint Sayings of Uncle Jeff: On Friends

A child of the heartland, Iva Beatrice Core (1903-1987) grew up and lived most of her life in Richland Center, Wisconsin. As a young woman of 26 in 1929, Iva was determined to collect and write down the quaint sayings of her Uncle Jeff for posterity's sake.

Uncle Jeff had this to say about friends...