Love is the thing…
What is a Poet?
In Honour of a Hero: Nelson Mandela
A beautiful piece of art created by my friend Robert Risko.
‘Nelson Mandela’ by Robert Risko
"Air Travel" - a new poem
The State of Giving Thanks
Tomorrow is one of my favourite days because it is a day of giving thanks and recognizing…
Drawing Out The Poem
I know now that the poem in my head, the one that pushed me to the page, begged me - or dared me to be born is almost never the poem that comes out. I suppose it’s like anything born of/with free will and the will to live: once I’ve given the seed, once the juices flow through any sort of birth canal and make it to the ambient air there will, at that point, be forces that come into play that are no longer entirely mine. To forget that each word is a life unto itself is to strangle it dead before it can even take a step.
The poem refreshes life so that we share,
For a moment, the first idea … It satisfies
Belief in an immaculate beginning
And sends us, winged by an unconscious will,
To an immaculate end. We move between these points:
From that ever-early candor to its late plural
And the candor of them is the strong exhilaration
Of what we feel from what we think, of thought
Beating in the heart, as if blood newly came,
An elixir, an excitation, a pure power.
The poem, through candor, brings back a power again
That gives a candid kind to everything.
"A Nomad’s Ode to the Shining Sun"
"Larry Levis’ "Winter Stars"
Last year marked the prodigal return for me to poetry after 20 years of wandering the desert of…
"Go Then, To A Mirror"
"400" - a new poem by Juan-Paolo Perre
"The Wheel Has Come Full Circle"
“The Wheel Has Come Full Circle“
Waiting on the Muse
I was at my desk working on a poem and staring out the window. The clouds were moving slowly…