blue hats

 

Dear October,

If your memory serves you well, this is your song of the day, and you are a lucky month, because I have more versions for you!  Try this one.  

Or this.  

This one, and that one.  

Also this one.  

Plus this one.

This one, too!

And this!  

Another one!  

One from TV! 

Another!  

One from June!  

No vocals!  

Lastly!

a room with a view

 

the land tide

 

Dear Poet,

I thought I'd write you a poem about the land tide.  It'd go a little something like this:

How would it feel, to go so slow,                 

snail slow, superslow enough

to feel the land tide?  To feel the few inches

that the earth lunges towards, leans towards, the moon.

 

Leaning and lunging with the land tide,

you'd feel your own blood rising up

with it, tingling the top of your head,

you might jump up, at the peak of the land tide, and you'd go a little higher,

leaping imperceptibly further.

street view

 

Poetry weekend, continued!

 

Dear Weekend,

Here it is, as promised:  the lovely Joy Harjo reading For Anna Mae Pictou Aquash.

Poetry weekend!

 

Dear Weekend,

I've been reading all about reading poetry all aloud, and I am all for it.  Try this great, and hitherto unknown to me, poem by Anne Waldman, Uh-Oh Plutonium.  

Tomorrow, another fine poem!  Stay tuned!

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