For several years I have celebrated Day of the Dead by writing “calaveras literarias.” Some people write poems for loved ones, but another tradition is to write humorous “tombstones.” I write the latter–or try to. Hope you enjoy! Here Lies McClurg (2013) He grabbed a second warm cider– An excuse to sit down beside her. … Continue reading Tradition!
Originally posted on Eunoia Solstice:
I rarely get asked to write commemorative poems, but when I do I feel like I’m connecting to ancient traditions, to times when the bard’s song was a monument as important as any statuary. There’s also an interesting challenge in pleasing a specific audience rather than the imaginary, amorphous readers or… Continue reading He was not of an age, but for that one time!
Originally posted on BRICKrhetoric:
(found poem on pg. 2 of Eric Schlosser’s Fast Food Nation) The twists and turns, like James Bond driving little vans from cavern to satellites, the tracks that orbit the heart, power millions of rowboats, a barbershop, and a cafeteria. The men get tired of the King. Every night a man… Continue reading A Million Rowboats by Stephen McClurg
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