Bone marrow
boiling in this
pot black hissing
gas ring hot night,
a slow reduction to
the elemental in
the fan-stirred
simmer of this
gelatin evening.
Calf Foot Blues
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Poetry from and sometimes about New Orleans
Breakfast
Oh hush up
about the
Future: one
morning it
will appear,
right there on
your breakfast
plate, and you'll
yell "Take it
back," pounding
the table.
But there won't
be any
waiters.
-- Everette Maddox
about the
Future: one
morning it
will appear,
right there on
your breakfast
plate, and you'll
yell "Take it
back," pounding
the table.
But there won't
be any
waiters.
-- Everette Maddox
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- Poetry Daily
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This is an open notebook. When something reaches a certain stage I publish it here. I rarely consider it finished; only ready for other eyes. Criticism (encouraging, harsh, whatever you think is appropriate) is welcome. Don't just tell me the good lines (although that's always a good place to start). Tell me what is worthless, that which I absolutely have to return to and continue to work on. Praise is easy (but always welcome). Criticism is hard work. How I can repay you I have no idea, except to become a better poet and share them with you here.
Dedication
This blog is dedicated to the memory of Seraphia Leyda and Dr. Raeburn Miller, who taught me at the University of New Orleans long ago. One gave me great encouragement and the other an appreciation for poetry that has lasted decades. I would not be writing today if not for them.
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