Category Archives: Remarkable Verse and Prose From Earth Inhabitants.
Humming-birds raced down the avenues.
Hummingbird by D.H. Lawrence (from Birds, Beasts and Flowers, 1923) I can imagine, in some other world Primeval-dumb, far back …
The Names by Billy Collins*
Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night. A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze, And …
Read a Cloud – Decode it.
Flying Lesson – Dolores Hayden Focus on the shapes. Cirrus, a curl, stratus, a layer, cumulus, a heap. Humilis, a …
I sew the slither of an eel.
Stuffed – by Carol Ann Duffy I put two yellow peepers in an owl. Wow. I fix the grin of …
Even the frogs were zombies
Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) by Anne Sexton Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into …
That was the day I followed the King’s rules
That Day – Anne Sexton This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love …
The Night Rider…by Something Museworthy.
This fine piece comes courtesy of Museworthy Man over at Something Museworthy. Before reading the post however, I highly recommend clicking …
They get in the salad, rolling in it like a dog.
Fallen Angels by Anne Sexton They come on to my clean sheet of paper and leave a Rorschach blot. They …
The Plains are Decked out in Thunder Today, and it Shall be as You Wish.
Farm Implements and Rutabagas in a Landscape by John Ashbery. The first of the undecoded messages read: “Popeye sits in …
Filthy Savior.
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, …
A thousand nebulae in your hair – Jeffrey Mcdaniels
On the scales of desire, your absence weighs more than someone else’s presence, so I say no thanks to the …
I’m a Poet by occupation, and a Dishwasher by inclination
A highly recommended read, the titles alone, of both the post and the book shoot it into the heady heights …
The White Dress Puddled at her Feet.
This has such a silky air of seduction about it. He transports you to somewhere completely private, a whispering gallery …
A Dream Pang.
A Dream Pang. By Robert Frost 1915. I had withdrawn in forest, and my song Was swallowed up in leaves …
LILY LOVE LILY
I’ve set aside some awe for this. It is rich like maple syrup, ‘Custard lips curling’, ‘kiss bliss’ – a …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 