Magic Sandra’s seen a leprechaun, Eddie touched a troll, Laurie danced with witches once, Charlie found some goblins gold. Donald heard a mermaid sing, Susy spied an elf, But all the magic I have known I've had to make myself.
TREE HOUSE A tree house, a free house, A secret you and me house, A high up in the leafy branches Cozy as can be house. A street house, a neat house, Be sure to wipe your feet house Is not my kind of house at all- Let's go live in a tree house.
A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the –not always greatly hopeful-belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on heartland perhaps. Poems in this sense t...
I had a dream, in 1985, I believe, when a friend I'd gone to school with was sick - one of the first people I knew who'd gotten the AIDS virus. I had a dream of him in his bedroom with an angel crashing through the ceiling. I wrote a poem called 'Ang...
Charles Foster Kane: Read the cable. Mr. Bernstein: "Girls delightful in Cuba. Stop. Could send you prose poems about scenery, but don't feel right spending your money. Stop. There is no war in Cuba, signed Wheeler." Any answer? Charles Foster Kane: ...
Although I've written a few (a few) poems over the years, I am not a natural poet...and I remain in awe of people who are. The ability to evoke deep emotion, reveal a new facet of the world, or condense an entire story into the limited space and form...
I’d say that most of these [poems in Jason Mashak's book SALTY AS A LIP] are just straightforward enough, but not entirely explainable or attributable to a single cause/effect, which makes them the kind of poems I want to read many times… “Salt...
The novel is born of disillusionment; the poem, of despair.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
Many of my poems are not sexual.
And your very flesh shall be a great poem.
You don't make a poem with ideas, but with words.
The poem is sad because it wants to be yours, and cannot be.
No, I don't know any Emily Dickinson poems!
If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
Every word was once a poem.
Poems are difficult to silence.
Poets should be crazy-but only in their poems.
The moon is a poem in a starry night.
The great poems are not about experience, but are the experience itself, felt in the body.
Wanted: a needle swift enough to sew this poem into a blanket.
