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This thing has feathers. (pinned post)
Tags: UncategorizedYeah, yeah, I misquoted Dickinson. (She wrote, “Hope is the thing with feathers,” not “Hope’s the thing…” But this is a meme I made a while back that isn’t really a meme because it’s not meming, but it does seem, unfortunately, to be evergreen: Feel free to use it if you like, though.
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A Phenomenology of Trees Before Dawn
(Response to Theresa Moore’s reduction linocut print, View of Loch Long) Elaine Elizabeth BelzA PHENOMENOLOGY OF TREES BEFORE DAWN any unenumerated morning— early chill resolved with tea& cardigans—you’re already out by the lakeside I fumble with paper—still sloughing off sleep— eyes still trying to dreamopen—pull trees out of dark silhouettesone needle—one leaf—at a time— beyond
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Call & Response 4
OK, that was amazing. Last night’s Call & Response event centered around poets reading and artists talking about their work. The watercolorist Carol LaChiusa (pictured with me above) responded to my poem, “Mind Game” with her painting, “Mind Games.” She said that she tried to capture the imagery of my poem (such as the night
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Coming Up!
A couple local poetry events where I will be reading, along with others: 1. This Thursday, November 9 from 7:00-10:00 p.m. in Grosse Pointe. See my last post for a listing of all the folks involved who will be reading poems or showing their art. 2. Sunday, November 19, 3:00-5:00 p.m. in Ferndale
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Mind Game
The big Call & Response 4 show—featuring poetry readings by the authors, artists talking about their art, a gallery show, food, and books for sale—is coming up: Thursday, November 9, 7:00-10:00 p.m. at Grosse Pointe Congregational Church (unsurprisingly, in Grosse Pointe). For this event, gallery show, and book, artists and poets responded to each other’s
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Putting Down Roots
A prose poem about my back yard. Elaine Elizabeth BelzPUTTING DOWN ROOTS Someone who lived here before me had a taste for the exotic in flowers and vines; or else didn’t care for gardening at all, and simply allowed whatever flora came marauding through the neighborhood to take root. Arriving in winter, I couldn’t have
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