Thursday, November 30, 2006

A Dog Goes Prancing

Sometimes, just before the sun goes down, a dog goes prancing by on his evening walk, his head held high, maybe chasing something.


Some poetry seems to be 'throw away' poetry. You read it once and don't really want to read it again. Other poetry gets read over and over, across years as well. So what is the difference?

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Oh please, tear the house down.

Am I the only person who thinks these poets, for the most part, sound 'pretentious?' Can anyone else hear the last vestiges of the Victorian era? Why do poets think that suddenly when they write poetry all these fake tones are supposed to pop up and interfere with the usual sense of things?

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Sunday, November 19, 2006

Virtual Read

The 'Virtual Read' is mostly done, about 15 pictures more to go. Test it out if you will, and any feed back is appreciated.
Visit and Click "Virtual Read" on the left.
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Saturday, November 11, 2006

A Virtual Reading

Coming soon to a computer near you, a virtual reading experience, read all the poems in Virtual White Orchids, my only in print book, on the web! No need to buy anything! Poetry should be free.

Each page will be photographed and visible, as if you are there reading it yourself! Ah, there is nothing like taking time to read a poetry book, through lunch and the evening!

Watch here for when it is available, and wait for the surprises! Next week!

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