You are invited to attend a reading by some of the most talented poets in the country. The time is 8pmET Tuesday, March 2.
Please forgive this blatant self-promotion, but I want to share with you a link to a review of my new collection of poems American Ash in the highly regarded and popular magazine Cultural Weekly, curated by Alexis Rhone Fancher.
The distinct nothingness of my life
suddenly seems glorious,
a particle of dust dancing in the light
beside eight billion others
The park ranger herded us down
the chained path sloping into the earth
until we came to a cathedral
where columns of rock caught the light
The Poem was worried. He’d heard rumors of Rondels in other lands being infested with illogic, and there was no known cure.
I think of Fats Waller whose left hand leaped down the keys, showing the path for every jazz pianist who followed, including the great Art Tatum and the minor Billy Joel.
This post marks the beginning of a new irregular feature in Vox Populi. I hope readers of Vox Populi, many of whom are writers, will find the prompt helpful in stimulating their creativity.
It’s the old dancers that fascinate me.
Training everyday as the body resists,
The spirit lifts them into clarity.