1. If you have ten or more poetry books or your nightstand in various stages of being read
You might be a poet
2. If you have wallpapered your bathroom with rejection notices
You might be a poet
3. If you wake up in the middle of the night to write down an interesting word or phrase
You might be a poet
4. If you carry a small notepad in your pocket or purse and a fancy pen
You might be a poet
5. If you have heard of Ted Kooser or W.S. Merwin and know what they have been recognized for
You might be a poet
6. If you write a poem a day for fifteen months straight
You might be a poet
7. If you go to poetry readings held by someone called the Poetry Pope
You might be a poet
8. If you write grocery lists and what you are packing for a trip, in an ABCdarian
You might be a poet
9. If you understand what a clarity pyramid is
You might be a poet
10. If you like writing by a strict set of rules but can’t find the top of your desk
You might be a poet
11. If you spend all day tweaking a poem that’s already finished
You might be a poet
12. If you have been coming to Lillian’s classes for four or more years or have been published in
The Rain Bird
You might be a poet.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
The Legend of Nalo Man
***Nalo means lost in Hawaiian
Mana is spirit or power
Haumea and Wakea are ancient gods; Laka is their daughter, the goddess of hula.
Akepa: is a scarlet or yellow-green hawaiian honeycreeper
Last night he dreamt again of the past.
the answer disappears with the finches
when he wakes
under his mystical banyan
in Kalihi Valley.
The tree that he knew
as a child
which shows him its mana
in the howl of the damp
in the leaves
whispering her name
combing-out memories
tangled within their dark stillness.
Coarse roots stretching back
to the time of
Wakea and Haumea.
A goddess born from Haumea’s eye
Kapo has many names
one is Laka.
Laka can be seen
as a lizard or
a human.
Her chants
awaken
the old spirits.
He is blinded
afraid of her truth
a truth that haunts his stirring dreams.
He knows that
the stones of life
by the spouting waters
can heal him
from her intrusion
but he is lost.
Wandering alone
as he seeks the old path
that the kahuna spoke of
long overgrown and forgotten.
He remembers
that the words to her song
guide the way
but they are as faint as the stars
in the tropical sun
invisible
in his frantic mind.
He bargains with her for the key
but the guardian
taunts him
detecting his weakness
for drink
and keeps his path
shrouded in darkness.
Countless moons wax and wane
as flocks of mischievous Akepa
gather leaves and weave seed leis
within the coarse black strands
of his lengthening beard
as he sleeps
at night
between the broad roots at the
foot of the banyan
its thick branches
shielding him
from her wiles
as he fitfully rests
inside their sway.
Mana is spirit or power
Haumea and Wakea are ancient gods; Laka is their daughter, the goddess of hula.
Akepa: is a scarlet or yellow-green hawaiian honeycreeper
Last night he dreamt again of the past.
the answer disappears with the finches
when he wakes
under his mystical banyan
in Kalihi Valley.
The tree that he knew
as a child
which shows him its mana
in the howl of the damp
in the leaves
whispering her name
combing-out memories
tangled within their dark stillness.
Coarse roots stretching back
to the time of
Wakea and Haumea.
A goddess born from Haumea’s eye
Kapo has many names
one is Laka.
Laka can be seen
as a lizard or
a human.
Her chants
awaken
the old spirits.
He is blinded
afraid of her truth
a truth that haunts his stirring dreams.
He knows that
the stones of life
by the spouting waters
can heal him
from her intrusion
but he is lost.
Wandering alone
as he seeks the old path
that the kahuna spoke of
long overgrown and forgotten.
He remembers
that the words to her song
guide the way
but they are as faint as the stars
in the tropical sun
invisible
in his frantic mind.
He bargains with her for the key
but the guardian
taunts him
detecting his weakness
for drink
and keeps his path
shrouded in darkness.
Countless moons wax and wane
as flocks of mischievous Akepa
gather leaves and weave seed leis
within the coarse black strands
of his lengthening beard
as he sleeps
at night
between the broad roots at the
foot of the banyan
its thick branches
shielding him
from her wiles
as he fitfully rests
inside their sway.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
A Poet Lives Here
A
Pithy
Observant
Evocative
Tattler
Lassoes
Images, and for a
Voluble show of approval will
Enlist
Spell-checker, cliché
Half-truths
Euphemisms
Rambles, rants and
Eminent domain.
Pithy
Observant
Evocative
Tattler
Lassoes
Images, and for a
Voluble show of approval will
Enlist
Spell-checker, cliché
Half-truths
Euphemisms
Rambles, rants and
Eminent domain.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Pricing Philosophy
I am GOD of my section
omnipresent
directing the flow
making the ultimate decisions
as to what stays
what goes
how much to charge
how little
which polished newcomers
get an all access pass
to Bill’s Bookmobile
which ones go on to the prisons
and hospitals
And what inevitably gets called home
to heaven
the tired,
marked up
mildewed,
highlighted ones
with post-its stuck
in irretrievable places
spoiled and unsalable.
Hell has to wait
its turn after
a dissertation on morality
even bullshit
endures my scrutiny
green in my omniscience.
The list
of human
speculation
is endless
in fact
stacks of them
keep petitioning
for another audience
hoping
for a different outcome.
Love
my favorite
usually ends up
at the top of the pile
since I am
GOD
and GOD is love
and well
because I said so!
omnipresent
directing the flow
making the ultimate decisions
as to what stays
what goes
how much to charge
how little
which polished newcomers
get an all access pass
to Bill’s Bookmobile
which ones go on to the prisons
and hospitals
And what inevitably gets called home
to heaven
the tired,
marked up
mildewed,
highlighted ones
with post-its stuck
in irretrievable places
spoiled and unsalable.
Hell has to wait
its turn after
a dissertation on morality
even bullshit
endures my scrutiny
green in my omniscience.
The list
of human
speculation
is endless
in fact
stacks of them
keep petitioning
for another audience
hoping
for a different outcome.
Love
my favorite
usually ends up
at the top of the pile
since I am
GOD
and GOD is love
and well
because I said so!
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