Beware the dreamers, for once they have imagined a better world they will no longer be satisfied with this one. Beware the artists and writers, for they will put pictures and words to the dream for the masses who are dissatisfied. Beware those who watch and read, for they are not afraid to learn, to …
Sometimes I, and I suspect other poets, get an idea or a phrase or a line that I think is really interesting, really intriguing, and needs to be in a poem. And I save it by slipping it into a poem where it feels awkward and of less value than originally thought. Then along comes …
Resurrection They are good or bad They are young or old They stop bullets or schrapnel with their good/bad young/old bodies and flags are lowered They live on an island or a continent They have a house of wood or brick They feed fire or water with their ocean/valley stick/stone house and prayers are …
You have an idea. Or a phrase. A line. A whole stanza. And it’s banging around in your head. You have to get it out and on paper. Before you forget. You think you know where it’s going. Where you’ll end up. You’re off, headed in that direction, approaching your destination as if you were …
