Book Release Party for Word: An Anthology

Steve Cannon has been the engine behind A Gathering of the Tribes the magazine, gallery, performance series, community gathering that is Tribes, for decades. Word, An Anthology is a collection of works by some of the cast of characters who passed through and left something while they were there. It would probably be impossible to include everyone, but I am happy to say that I have a few of my note poems in there. I haven’t laid my hands on it or even seen the cover yet, but I can’t wait to read through every page.

I wish that I could be there for this event, which would be nostalgic for me if I did go. If you’re in the NYC area on April Fool’s day, please get to this HOWL!  Happening in Loisaida, a reading and book release party. While you’re there say hello to everyone for me and tell them I sent you!

Cuntry Grab

in the mirror
made in China
what is behind me
is before me

i see

buffalo no roam
truces trails nooses nails

slaves paths paved
fathers founding free
ejacular college lock her rooms
dark sons dark daughters dark secrets
times three over five equals

ours tis of thee of me

steel bars
beer bars
code bars
prison bars
greasing grinding greed

far away from here
from there
from where

Protect Water Protectors

Will your children drink  when the supply
of plastic bottles runs dry
and floats in a dead sea,
devolved from you, me
and the idea of private property?

Dear Pedro at Tribes

Thanks to A Gathering of the Tribes for publishing my “Letter to Pedro” at http://bit.ly/2bi3ZGI While you’re visiting Tribes you might also like to read Danny Shot’s review of Pedro Pietri’s Selected Poetry at http://bit.ly/2bEZAvs

Dear Pedro

87286100270500LJohn Dean interrupted my
regularly scheduled Sesame Street
when you were getting turned on to grass
i was watching Vietnam on TV
when you met Agent Orange
and he stuck to you like glue
i didn’t know i just heard
it was the word

later i got turned on to Jazz
ran away from college
searched for uncommon knowledge
didn’t know i could be Puerto Rican
dreaming in New York i never left
you never arrived at
didn’t know what was Taino
never missed My Island
didn’t know i could get a visa
from El Puerto Rican Embassy
didn’t know who was Miguel or Lois or Steve
just knew what i knew
putting words on pages too
i heard it was the place to go
a man dressed in black appeared
carrying freedom from misery in a briefcase
thinking radically under his hat Continue reading “Dear Pedro”

Divided Moon

The Moon sees the Earth split between light and dark
and we see her divided the same way.
She pulls night from our day and plays with our emotions
shining reflected rays on our slumbering notions.

Moon over Paris Mountain at Dusk
Moon over Paris Mountain at Dusk

Dreamscape Now Available as an e-book

The second edition of Dreamscape: Real Dreams Really Make a Difference is now available in your favorite e-book format. For now it is available exclusively at the bookbaby store.

The print cover of Dreamscape, Real Dreams Really Make a Difference second edition.
The print cover of Dreamscape, Real Dreams Really Make a Difference second edition.
Dreamscape, Real Dreams Really Make a Difference


Giving Poetry Away

This poem is already published.  You're looking at the first serial rights.  You can do whatever you want with it.  It's yours.  Like it mic it meet it tweet it snap it up while you can  pin it to the wall, tattoo it on your ass, use it for a free pass say that you reddit, influenced the end, sending it to your friends,  link with it name a drink  for it and make a toast  to the poet who didn't read the news  couldn't get it in her head  that poetry is dead.
This poem is free.

Winds of Change

I want to
arrive on
the wings of
a dove hear
the rustle
of my feath-
ers in the
winds of change.
Continue reading “Winds of Change”

Honesty

A reflection is fated,
pre-destined to acquire each
line in the brow
each decision how
made without stopping
to inquire.
Continue reading “Honesty”

Spacewoman’s Love Song

From “Mission of Love

Should I compare you to a summer’s night?
Dawn would arrive too soon to count your charms:
Dark clouds might hide the full moon from my sight,
And it’s summer that soon the fall disarms:
Sometimes desire is cooled by the heat Continue reading “Spacewoman’s Love Song”

ode to poetry

in the space

of twenty four hours

murder and mayhem

starvation and deprivation

slavery and struggle

compete for glory

as the world turns. Continue reading “ode to poetry”

ode to authority

most everyone

 

 

has the authority

 

 

 

to do

 

 

whatever they can get away with Continue reading “ode to authority”

No Matter What You Do

Someone won’t like you.
Someone will spread lies.
Someone will be jealous.
Someone won’t understand.
Someone will block you.
Someone will wait and see.
Someone will find you wanting. Continue reading “No Matter What You Do”

ode to today

the sky is grey

the sky is blue

there is you

i can see

i can’t see

it is today

never  yesterday Continue reading “ode to today”

Poetry for Today

today, like every day
it’s time for a new poem
at listen & be heard poetry cafe
a poem for the poem of the day

poetry that speaks to you
about where you come from
where you yearn to go
growing pains of the heart
Continue reading “Poetry for Today”

Fruits and Radicals

Green Bell Pepper in the Garden, by Martha Cinader Mims, for the Poem of the Day. copyright 2008 all rights reserved.

a non-peppery pepper
that’s not really a pepper
a misleading misnomer
of columbus courting the queen’s Continue reading “Fruits and Radicals”

fresh bread

still warm
and steamy
with butter
with honey
with grape jelly
with cheese Continue reading “fresh bread”

ode to insurance companies

oh the vanity
of those of us
who think we can hold on Continue reading “ode to insurance companies”