Hundred Mountain

Maj0r Minor I am a major minor artist. Which is better, I think, than being a minor major artist. ~ By Cardinal Crowe (from the forthcoming collection of epigrams, bon mots and poetry, “What I Meant To Say,” The WestVirginiaVille Press)

UNDRUNK Is how I prefer you. I’m just saying. Nothing more than that, my dear. This is no judgment. Nor, god knows, an argument. We, too, after all, were intoxicated with our usual emendation. It’s the sloppy talk that makes me want to slouch outside in streetlamp calm. Fixing on the crescent moon. Its mouth [...]

………………………….. EMBER POEM In the light given all the light this night, iridescence of a bronze shield hair drawn off cheek pulled back to reveal Artemis. Or is it Selene? Crescent moon tumbling like a stone in a roil of black-purple clouds over head. Don’t doubt, although I know you must. A hundred times, the gods [...]

“Some say Turtle live forever. His children say he carries Mother Earth on his back through space as a reward for his courage and kindness.” ~ Native American Legend THINKING of TURTLES I have lately been thinking of turtles. This began when a box turtle, snatched from the center line of  a country road, peed [...]

ANOTHER TRAIN My ink-stained hands hear the sound of the railroad, another train passing through my town here at the middle of nowhere and everything. On the porch, the perfect circles of Honduran cigar smoke smell like dirt and bourbon, the sun a vast memory, the cold dark triumphant. I have been here on the [...]

A Note to My 17 Most Faithful Readers (MFR): Dear MFRs, Hi! I know I have been MIA, blogging-wise. I can explain. I have been: ~ Teaching myself video editing with Final Cut Express. ~ Hanging out with Buddhist monks in orange mou-mous. ~ Trying to create Final Cut Express videos with monks in orange [...]

Something from Nothing I want to see if it is possible to be a nobody from nowhere. Creating something out of nothing for someone who might be anywhere. ~ the cardinal of crowes

A little Neruda is always a lot. Here is the ending third of  “Sonata con algunos pinos” (“Sonata with some pine trees”). You’ll find the full poem in “Extravagaria.” … what justifies not being? where did other people take you? It is good to have a change of clothes of skin of hair of work [...]

Here’s a doorway to some epigrammatic verse, opened again after being shut for several years:

Head to Bluegrass Kitchen 7 p.m., Sunday this Valentines Day and hear Affrilachian poet Frank X Walker at the “Love Jones Poetry” happening along with other spoken word performers.