bukowski said it was a circus

for all the misfits & the misanthropes, the great-mistake-makers, the second- (or-tenth-or-last-)chance-takers, the late bloomers & the revolutionaries, for the bartenders & the barflies, for the good guys who never finish, for the addicts & the survivors of all the violences of this gorging, greedy, gluttonous world, for the childless mothers & the orphans of all … Continue reading bukowski said it was a circus

When You Mean to Write a Poem

It is impossible to write poetry after you've spent the morning drinking over-compensated, half-decaffeinated coffee &  held in your breath for three Bukowski poems in succession;   even when the air & your lungs are sticky-thick with prose & Cannabis and your disconnected fingers scratch all the falling words onto Post-It-Notes --   (You know … Continue reading When You Mean to Write a Poem

O Captain! My Captain! (a poem by Walt Whitman)

Over a decade ago, and when I was still fairly new to reading and writing poetry, I bought Walt Whitman's final edition of Leaves of Grass, which contains his full life's work. It is still one of the most cherished books on my shelf. Though to be honest, I found some of it a little … Continue reading O Captain! My Captain! (a poem by Walt Whitman)