L.L. Barkat’s “Love, Etc.” volume 8

from Combing:   Sometimes   we take them home, thinking we will find a place for them on the window sill, but the light isn’t quite right and the garden has a little spot where the pink begonias grow in … [Read more]

L.L. Barkat’s “Love, Etc.” volume 7

from You are white smoke against a white sky This one is kind of mysterious. The “you” isn’t there. The “I” is alone. Whatever the reason for the distance or how far it is, an open window makes it seem less so. “I open the glass. / To let me … [Read more]

L.L. Barkat’s “Love, Etc.” volume 6

from But, no he cannot remember the verb for me, L.L. Barkat What if every person had a verb that described their character? What if what we do is who we are? Or, as it was so eloquently sung on Grammar Rock, "I put my thing in action! … [Read more]

L.L. Barkat’s “Love, Etc.” volume 5

from Petit à Petit L’Osieau Fait Son Nid I have been making a such a nest, little by little, time after time, I have been dreaming near a garden in threads of memories, ruby red.   Friends, this weekend I entered the stage of … [Read more]

L.L. Barkat’s “Love, Etc.” volume 4

from “Lunch at Grand Central” For some reason, this poem makes me think of “The Fantasticks,” which I saw last night for the first time in decades. I had the original cast album when I was growing up. I still knew all the words. I knew which ones … [Read more]

L.L. Barkat’s “Love, Etc.” volume 3

I promised myself I wasn't going to post whole poems anymore, but this one is so short. I can't help myself. From now on I'll try to select snippets so as to tempt your taste buds. But for now ... Sometimes when I’m alone, I put the tip … [Read more]

“Love, Etc.” volume 2

Winter Road Trip The road is long as I travel south and sun is low in the white sky. Last night I woke to a great silence, in a house that is anything but silent by day. Old pines keep watch over that dwelling, and the moon keeps … [Read more]

“Love, Etc.” volume 1

I've taken the poetry dare twice---once with Nancy Franson and once with Laura Lynn Brown. Now, I'm sort of hooked. I can't start my day without it. My next dare, though, is with myself. Hello, Megan. Care to join me in going through L.L. … [Read more]

27 July 2014

I am sitting on my bed, typing, and Clover is next to me. She seems intent on licking something I cannot see. Neither can she — not really. She is mostly blind. We just learned this on Thursday. My daughter was concerned about something on … [Read more]

A Dream Deferred, and a retreat (not deferred)

When I took Langston Hughes to work for Take Your Poet to Work Day, I did not post excerpts from his best-known poem, "Harlem." It's the one that begins, "What happens to a dream deferred?" I’ve been thinking about that last line — “Or does it … [Read more]