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[Tomorrow NaPoWriMo begins!  Here is a prose poem from my 2012 poem-a-day efforts.  See you tomorrow!  Don't forget to say " rabbi...

OK, so I'm going to write 30 poems in April again for Maureen Thorson's NaPoWriMo .  I'll post them here.  This is my fourth (!...

After three days of labor, he decided to be born.  We regarded each other. In the hospital, Clif and Elias tried with mixed results t...

At 2 a.m. the humidifier sounds like crickets and then I know I should move to the country.   I let my large gray yoga ball sit on my re...

The wondrous J. Hope Stein has tagged me in this self-interview series.  As she explains it, " The Next Big Thing  is a neat, pass-it-...

My piece on the movie Bell Book and Candle is today's featured essay in the Chick Flix series over at Delirious Hem.  You can s...

Today is late January and you'd sooner fling your dinner than eat it.  You are pale and careworn around the eyes and hair.  It's ...

1.  I went to the MoMA recently and stood in front of this Jasper Johns piece.  It was the last day of the Quay Brothers exhibit .  The mo...

[Mom's comment on a photo posted to Facebook.] A group of us went out to a Hibachi restaurant and it happened to be our 20th anniver...

One day will I be described as an "unlikely impresario"?  Will I curate a freak show of loose metaphors of my ever-shifting deli...

My favorite part of the day may have been when the optometrist projected a very large E onto the wall and said, Don't pay attention to m...

Just wait: soon enough You will be quiet too. --Robert Hass, "After Goethe" Often in a play, a scene will open on a stage li...

I had an idea to post some small "dispatch"-- a description of a moment or a short poem-- several times a week in November.  The s...

1.  The sky is very clear today, and there are calls across the air-- a nesting bird, a leaf blower, incidental traffic sound. 2.  The...

[with thanks to Todd Colby ] Opportunities abound.  But I had rolled oats with pecans and cherries for breakfast, so I feel that I have do...

1.  I made soup. 2.  I defaced a William Carlos Williams poem.  (See below.)  I started out following this assignment by Nada Gordon to...

(after Williams) Let the snake of the mind wait under weeds, damp leaves, radiator hiss. Learn plant words.  Or better, learn the sound...

Today I learned from the life of a poet who has died.  He once accepted a poem of mine and wrote to tell me, saying, "I have a ghost ...

In the crime shows I’ve been watching, things culminate into worst case scenarios and long drawn-out scenes of broken pool ...

When you were a fetus I read everything about teaching little kids so I could be sure to teach you myself even if the school didn’t or ...