prose poem | prose poem
Apr.30.2013
Once upon a time, I met a chicken. I cannot remember her name, but it was lovely. It was a Spanish name. She roamed the courtyard of her Chicago home, fearing nothing, for her master was close by. He told me that she followed him to the school to pick up his twelve year old son, reminding me of...
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Apr.29.2013
Hiraeth. I see the tulips and the red berries. The rusting swing set between the lilac bushes. One was purple and one was white. I smell the chlorine wafting from the town’s swimming pool a half mile away. My cats (different cats in different years) turn the corner of the house into the back yard...
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Mar.08.2013
...I'd be the first human being to plant his boot on the red sands of Mars.
I idolized Neil Armstrong as a child, dreamed of joining the space program, exploring strange, new worlds with Captain Kirk and his Vulcan first officer...
Okay, so I had trouble discriminating between reality and fantasy....
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Dec.22.2012
Twas the Night
The rain finally falls on Christmas Eve and everyone stands at the window, holding strong drinks and smiling, not saying much, just watching. The streets get slick and shiny. Puddles form. Drinks are refreshed, cheeks flushed. The winking tree is reflected, refracted in the wet...
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May.17.2012
It was Baudelaire who got me hooked.
I picked up a volume of his works at some booksale and discovered that as well as verse that could blacken your eyeballs, he also composed these fascinating short prose pieces. Snippets with edges that cut to the bone. Compressed language, stripped...
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Sep.22.2011
Best American Poetry: A Conversation Between Brian Bouldrey and Jane Hirshfield
from:
http://blog.bestamericanpoetry.com/the_best_american_poetry/2011/09/boul...
September 22, 2011 A Conversation between Brian Bouldrey & Jane Hirshfield, Pt. 2
photo (c) Robert Hatch Photography
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Jul.11.2011
Canyon View with Ghost
Someone keeps asking if this is what nature smells like. The clouds fluff and flatten as the plaque at our feet etceteras: this absence of earth preens like a 1950's disaster movie, but with really cool special effects. When your ex-nurse calls again, I pretend to lose my...
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Jan.18.2011
There's a full moon outside, all cool and still while silver stars wink and thrill. A bari sax moon with a white gold edge, playing songs of love long gone, bittersweet, a long-time friend. It's a fat man moon, round and silver, rolling up and down the arch of heaven. Got all night to...
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Jun.27.2010
I've been neglecting the poets out there for a long time...I hope posting a link to the below website will help make amends.
The Prose Poem:An International Journal
via www.webdelsol.com
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May.07.2010
If you come from a family of storytellers as I do, accessing family history—or at least one person’s version of it—is pretty easy. And I use a lot of it in both my fiction and nonfiction. My grandmother and her sister, my great-aunt, were both big talkers who liked to relive their childhood in...
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