Poetry
October 30, 2009
- Softly cursing in the graveyard on 4th Behind the church, an old man picks up detritus, The Halloween revelers vanished Like the years, overnight. He harvests more Than sticks, cupped leaves that creep along the brick walk Like hands, but wrappers, cans. Let screaming teens Have their carefree terror. With luck, ignorance Will last longer than they want, the truth Not haunt them with its frisson, ...
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October 30, 2009
- The essence of childhood trudges through woods. Encumbered yet steadfast, she stumbles on bravely, resolutely scouting the darkness, encased within a ham, banging into trees. All children that ever were, she is. We ache for her and see ourselves and the best we can hope for is that our costumes have peripheral vision.
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October 29, 2009
- Moments ago I added an offering to my Beautiful Desolation blog that's a tip o' the hat to All Hallow's Eve and an acknowledgement of the crushing depression I've been experiencing over the past couple of days. Brain chemistry can be a bitch.I've taken an 18th century poem by Lord Byron and added music I created through Garageband. The end result is a chilling piece that ought to raise the ...
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October 28, 2009
- As my new book, DREW: Poems from Blue Water, was in production, I was very flattered to receive very positive feedback from poets all over the country. However, the once the book came out, I have received an overwhelming number of comments from both literary people and regular people, many of whom knew Drew personally, and some of whom witnessed some of the events recounted in the book. Here ...
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October 28, 2009
- Barefoot in Blue Jeans - Evocateurs of Possibility and Presence Synchronicity, if we pay attention, can launch us onto a path we never dreamed exisited. The following post was written by author, mentor, and Garden That Grew Her resident poet, Marilee Pallant. Evidence that if you listen to your mysterious inner voice and openly trust its calling--well read on: You know the feel of ...
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October 26, 2009
- This past week I had the pleasure of spending three days at Cayuga Community College in Auburn, NY. The invitation came about as a result of Garrison Keillor's reading of my poem, "Linguini," back in February. The professor who brings in the poets heard the poem, looked me up online, and contacted me. We then agreed on dates. The picture you see above is the banner that was displayed ...
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October 25, 2009
- Birds Clearly Don't Understand Glass
we wouldn't admit it,
but in your pocket slept three
baby grackles and a large blacksnake
as you stood near the winter
swimming pool, like a little
mother, but with fur,
a lightweight skeleton,
hollow bones, the age-old bell
on the collar,
your large palms
spread with shelled peanuts,
sunflower seeds, red millet,
white millet
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October 25, 2009
- My publisher is nominating me for a 2010 Pushcart. I would like to interview other poets who have been nominated for a Pushcart or have won the prize, for my blog. It will be a telephone mp3 audio recording that you can circulate, and will consist of: only one question, you reading your poem, and a written bio I will post. Email me at info@aliceshapiro.com if you are interested. ...
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October 23, 2009
- My favorite city in the world is FlorenceAnd not just any Florence but the tiny oneOn a shelf in a photograph from which I laughAt myself seated in a chair at a deskIn an office that lacks FlorenceFor an address, so that people when they comeIn to say hi or with a work-related questionSometimes wonder aloud where and whenAnd though I answer, I never tell themI’m terrified to have traveled ...
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October 22, 2009
- I recently read Tracy Koretsky’s first poetry collection, Even Before My Own Name. This book looks unflinchingly at the trauma inflicted by her mother’s death when Koretsky was 12. This trauma includes not only the death itself, but also sharing a household with an abusive older brother, an uncaring stepmother, and a father who was sometimes cruel. Yet the poems, which go on to encompass ...
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