I’ve been recently teaching my students Whitman, and introduced them to Ginsberg. While I haven’t written any poetry in a while, I really got inspired by rereading “Howl” and “America” by Ginsberg. At the same time, I have come to …
They have a certain curvature of the back
— a graceful arc under perfect 15-year-old skin.
This arc is the result of many sunny hours of youth
spent indoors under the soft glow
of computer screens.
This is a …
Along the river are trees,
bowed and burden by snow.
They are beautiful,
Their hoary loads cold and sharp.
And as I walk by, I involuntarily
grab the tip of one of the trees
and gently tug to release …
I ran across this poem that I wrote a while back. And here it is…
Tonight across America
the glow of ten millions screens
illuminate 20 million faces.
They cheer, they laugh, they weep:
the room grows warmer from
Backlit snows on distant peaks;
The rest of the world is shadow
The wind is strangely absent
And it’s clear that it is going to rain.
Two thousand feet up and fifteen miles away
is an alpine meadow.
The fireweed …