Tag: Bert Meyers
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poet as instagram photo dump
There’s this practice on Instagram where people do a “photo dump” which has them sharing a random hodgepodge of recent pics. Please consider this post as a blog version of that. Am slowly relearning my voice here. More reviews coming, and other things as well 🙂 The influence here, at least for this post, is…
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shoutouts: here and beyond!
This week I’d love to give some shoutouts to some upcoming publications as well as to share some other happenings. Here we go: Shoutout to Quintin Collins whose second poetry collection, Claim Tickets for Stolen People (winner of The Journal Charles B. Wheeler Poetry Prize), is forthcoming from Ohio State University Press’ imprint Mad Creek.…
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* knocking around with kenyon & meyers
The Suitor – Jane Kenyon We lie back to back. Curtains lift and fall, like the chest of someone sleeping. Wind moves the leaves of the box elder; they show all their light undersides, turning all at once like a school of fish. Suddenly I understand that I am happy. For months this feeling has…
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* walking ash with bert meyers
The Poets – Bert Meyers There he sat among them (his old friends) a walking ash that knows how to smile. And he still dreamed of a style so clear it could wash a face, or make a dry mouth sing. But they laughed, having found themselves more astonishing. They would drive their minds prismatic,…
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* paying tribute via Bert Meyers
I recently lost a friend of mine – at the same time that a few other people I know also lost people close to them. For this week’s post, I thought I’d offer a poem by the great Bert Meyers. Though about a specific person, I feel the sentiment speaks for many. For W.R. Rodgers…
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* hello to November via Bert Meyers
When She Sleeps – Bert Meyers When she sleeps I rise. The naked light bulb burns And makes the moths outside Beat against the screen. A moth comes out of me. It flies to the light, Then staggers back in pain To rest in me again. She sleeps and holds her peace, Though I’m consumed…
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* bert meyers, poems in pockets, and update
Evening on the Farm – Bert Meyers Time for a jacket now, and to put my hands away. I must learn from the stars how a field should look. But one by one, bright children, the stars rush downstairs to meet my horses and hay with an astonished eye. ***…
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