I haven’t forgotten my old friend, J. Alfred. Have any of you joined me in this Tweetspeak Poetry dare? I’m almost there. Here’s proof that I earned barista badge #9 for this stanza: And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully! Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here […]
Committing Prufrock: Chasing Rabbits
Here I am working on only my third barista badge. I have a ways to go, but I can’t look too far ahead. If I do, I’ll panic and start muttering in the streets about having to recite all “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” at once. This is a long poem, so I […]
When You’re Without a Dare Care
One never knows when a certain editor might start to crack a dare, so it’s good never let one’s guard down. But there I was on Saturday morning—just sitting on a bench outside our cottage, enjoying the warm breeze as it wafted through the palms. I was watching tiny geckos, snapping a few pictures, and trying […]
