It's Friday the 13th! I speak of the relentless insufficiencies and inevitable ineffabilities of trying to articulate any good poem. Then read a piece about supposed freaks from the Graham anthology. Seems about right.

I start with a Graham quote about the prevalence of water in her anthology selections then discuss and read a piece on wings and a woman's self identity. Enjoy!

Chain gangs? Ghosts? A watery feeling? Is it Wednesday??? Dickey was a tough guy but he wrote some moving poems. Like this one, from the Graham anthology Earth took of Earth. And happy dead birthday Frank who died in 03 at 28.

O that Henry! We are back to the Graham anthology with Berryman's most enduring and creepy persona poem. Also it's haunting. We all have our own Henrys. Mine's a ravenous squirrel!

This is a Listener's choice poem requested by Andrew Boden. One of my early faves too. Life, it brings so many challenging decisions. Even in my interpretations, I stumble. Happy Monday!

How about some good old weird cummings today in his love mode. One apparently not comprehensible by some students! I also talk of the obvious ineffabilities within poetic articulation and read more bits of Graham's anthology intro from which this piece comes. If only YOUR partner was this romantic....right?

Another gorgeous poem from the Graham anthology in which Ms Emily defines death while remaining elusive. She never fails to stun. Like my mother. Whose birthday it is!

The first piece I'll be reading from the Jorie Graham anthology Earth Took of Earth (1996). An oral dance of seasonal rhythm. Recited amid occasional beeps of construction. Shall I pick it up? Shall you?

Welcome back to my awkward lil podcast of fiercely poetic things! Starting this season with a new random series on aspects of the art world that irk and how this connects to what poets require to make poems. It all began with a Van Gogh exhibit..... enjoy!

It's the final and eightieth episode of Season One that I recorded between March and June of 2021. Here we have a summation of the past 79 episodes, a looking forward to things I might do with Season Two when it gets going again in August and one of my recent poems in notebook form, The Metal Nest, read to do homage to the tenacity of sparrows, an endurance we have all needed this year. See you next season Poetry Outlaws and Word Musicians :)