Thursday, March 29, 2012
IT MUST BE SPRING
It must be spring. I seem to have had poems blooming wildly of late.
Ralph Murre at Re/Verse has put up a poem from my 1981 (and long since out of print) title from saltworks press called Between Zen and Midwestern. "Simply Morning" is a love poem to our daughters.
Yesterday, Annie Wyndham at Salamander Cove reprinted one of my "Old Poet Says" poems as the last nail in another terrific series she has put up.
On the Ides of March, Jayne Jaudon Ferrer at Your Daily Poem re-presented one of my little poems under the title of "Last Year's Leaves."
All along, and most recently on February 20, Joseph Hutchison at Perpetual Bird has been pointing at my efforts, for which I am immensely grateful.
UPDATE: Joe just pointed at me again today, already. No end of wonder.
On top of all this, I'll be having a little book coming out sometime this spring or summer under the title of That Woman. It consists of 13 poems honoring the memory (I hope!) of Wisconsin's foremost poet, Lorine Niedecker. More details as this all firms up.
It must be spring!
It must be spring. I seem to have had poems blooming wildly of late.
Ralph Murre at Re/Verse has put up a poem from my 1981 (and long since out of print) title from saltworks press called Between Zen and Midwestern. "Simply Morning" is a love poem to our daughters.
Yesterday, Annie Wyndham at Salamander Cove reprinted one of my "Old Poet Says" poems as the last nail in another terrific series she has put up.
On the Ides of March, Jayne Jaudon Ferrer at Your Daily Poem re-presented one of my little poems under the title of "Last Year's Leaves."
All along, and most recently on February 20, Joseph Hutchison at Perpetual Bird has been pointing at my efforts, for which I am immensely grateful.
UPDATE: Joe just pointed at me again today, already. No end of wonder.
On top of all this, I'll be having a little book coming out sometime this spring or summer under the title of That Woman. It consists of 13 poems honoring the memory (I hope!) of Wisconsin's foremost poet, Lorine Niedecker. More details as this all firms up.
It must be spring!
