National Poetry Month – Gray skies in April!

Our Poet today is Rossana D’Antonio


written by Rossana D’Antonio

I have to go to dinner tonight.

We are meeting the Rubin’s – Alan and Adele,that is.

Technically, we are family.  And we will meet them for dinner.

After 5 years, they finally asked to meet us for dinner.

You see, although we are family, we have never shared a birthday or high holidays or a cup of coffee.  We have never shared a hello, how are you, welcome to the family.

We have never shared.


So simple yet so complex.  Adele blames me for the demise of Freddie’s marriage.

In her eyes, I was the other woman that broke up their perfect existence.

Except there was no such perfect existence.

There was simply an existence.

And I came along and added a tangential existence.

She’s never actually said all this.  She’s never said anything to me.


The other woman.   It’s not a role I think I deserve.

Alan called a few weeks ago and casually said Adele was ready.

As I heard the words travel from the speakerphone I thought, ready?  Ready for what?

Adele is finally ready and we must all now go to dinner, be a family, and share in long overdue beginnings?

What about me?  Am I ready?  No one’s asked me.  What will we talk about?

What have you been up to these last five years?



National Poetry Month…

Our poet today is Laura L Mays Hoopes


Who Is Spring

written by Laura L Mays Hoopes

Spring is a teenager
Energy surging,
Wet and windy,
Filled with noise.

What a season,
Lively and changeable
Innocent and treacherous
Filled with roses.

Spring goes its own road
Takes no direction
Blows hot and cold
Filled with red noses.

Spring is a believer
Whatever you think
I will yield to months
Filled with summer ploys


National Poetry Month – Ten Days Strong

National Poetry Month was inaugurated in 1996.  To begin, it needed poets and poems.  But to continue it does need that basic of basics – money.  If you are so inclined follow the link to support Donate! They are offering gifts!


Our Poet today is Laura Beasley with a poem written in 2000.


Touch the Sky

written by Laura Beasley

I have cancer and I might die.
Fatigued and exhausted, on this bed, I lie.
Still my spirit wants to touch the sky
And my soul throughout the universe fly.

Cancer is a blessing, cancer is a curse.
But cancer is far from the very worse.
Depression would need its very own verse
With hours of time about which to converse.

For me there has been a transformation of life,
Challenges, struggles and significant strife.
To be a different kind of mother, a different kind of wife
Cuts at my being like a razor-sharp knife.

I was a whirlwind of activity, standing proud and tall.
Now I’m little more than an inert flesh ball.
The shadows hang like dark night fall
And into my bed, I once again crawl.


National Poetry Month…listen to the wind, kiss a poet!

Our poet today is Erica W. Jamieson

Graveyards II

written by Erica W. Jamieson

Things we saw in procession: One pimp, at least two, but I’m thinking three, hookers that my father may have helped once.  Four freeways, a slew of plywood boarded store fronts. No less than ten tattoo makers.  One black very old Caddie missing the front fender.  A ghost town harboring magnificent burnt out mansions on weeded lawns planted with  broken bits of fence, a dead cat, three boys shaded by low riding hats, a market flanked by large leather coated security dudes.  An old woman pushing an empty grocery cart, two small children without shoes.  An Asian woman running.  A large well kept catholic cemetery, a winged angel crying on stone, three obelisks with beautifully carved crosses.  An open grave, earth to sky, an estranged daughter, a tearful second wife.  An imported Rabbi.  And we say:

O’ She Shalom, bi ma tov hu ya a she shalom.

National Poetry Month…still!

Our Poets today are Liz Eisen and Mary Rose Betten.


Written by Liz Eisen

The words dance in my head in the solitude of the night. Perfectly formed and placed now, these same words elude me during the daytime hours. In the dark, they roll around begging for the chance to be. I recite the words over and over in my head, committing them to my memory. Certain that I will not awaken with amnesia.

The Un-Sub, aka:  MY VOICE

written by Mary Rose Betten

My mother would wash my mouth out
with soap if I talked like MY VOICE. It
yells at me to get in and intuit issues
from thin air- no map and no address.
That’s no way to live, isn’t normal.  Away
it speeds to find something accessible,
jumps out, sniffs around, switches things,
sums it all up like  a bumper sticker. Kid
if you want to be a poet have somethin’ to
show for it. And we’re off to places one can
only imagine where it questions like the FBI,
arranges statements and away we go as it lights
up demanding we astound and if I ‘m interested
in staying alive I better keep my mouth shut
and find places that pay to submit our work.

National Poetry Month- Day Six: Why Poetry?

Why Poetry?
Amy Lowell wrote, “Without poetry the soul and heart of man starves and dies” (from Amy Lowell, Poetry and Poets: Essays (New York: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1930) 30-58. Previously published in North American Review 206 (1917): 762-777.)  More of her essay can be read at  Why Read Poetry
Poetry is one of the art forms that defines our culture. It improves the quality of life both for those who create it and for those who appreciate it, educating and invigorating the citizenry, and enhancing people’s lives by providing them with deeply meaningful experiences.”  (Poetry in America, Key Findings, Key Findings.)
John Lundberg wrote for the Huffington Post the story of a poetry reading by Anna Akhmatova in 1944 Moscow that  was received with such enthusiastic applause that Stalin recognized her power and wondered who had organized the ovation. Why You Should Read Poetry
Google the question, “Why we read poetry” to find a feast of poetic reasonings on the question of Why!
Laura Beasley is our poet today.  Below is a poem she wrote in 2009 about her odyssey with Cancer.

The First Seven

written by Laura Beasley

She helped me by example of what I shouldn’t do.

She helped me with a tape that I should listen to.

She helped me with her presence, a quiet way to share.

He helped me with his smiles, hugs to show he cares.

He helped me with his willingness to be there for his friends.

He helped me with his vision of a love that never ends.

She helped me with her writing which showed what she could feel.

Cancer killed my seven friends who gave me strength to heal.


14 Ways to Celebrate Poetry – Day 5

More ways to celebrate poetry this week:  Terry Wolverton will be leading a free poetry workshop at Skylight Books, there is still time to RSVP, and Sonya Sones will be reading from The Hunchback of Neiman Marcus on April 10 in Diesel Books in Brentwood.  It’s all listed at the Los Angeles Blogpost 14 Ways to Celebrate National Poetry Month in Los Angeles,
Today’s poet is Mary Rose Betten

This Is My Beloved

written by Mary Rose Betten

I divine words
dream words
drive words


persistence accelerates
demands cohesion


Switch off
that car radio
Turn on
some air


Answer loves command
Get Down


Sticky note it
Don’t be a
Pull over
Set it free


I park
where none dare


the void


words burst
warm upon
my thighs


My forehead
comes to rest
the steering wheel
Cooled in
sweet surrender