A. Anupama
Given a few lines, a poem can sprout wing-like leaves, sip rain, bud and blossom with color. Tomorrow’s Instapoetry event in downtown Nyack means we’ll all probably write a poem or two, or more. Given some pause, a poem can accelerate beyond speed limits. Given a few conspirators, a poem can admire your very act…
The collaborative poems in last night's salon lengthened over pages into overlapping dreamscapes. Some wonderful new works shared, including a reading of a 21-minute narrative poem and, um, some digital code. Writers and appreciative listeners are welcome to join us in the next salon, and, as a taste-tease, enjoy this little bit of the exquisite,…
One of the collaborative poems from our literary salon evening last weekend. When dessert is sweet inspiration... While my made-up face tells a story---the fairy tale--- from this cold bitter winter comes the sweet clutch of mud against the skin, a film of grit left behind--- reminded me of my Great Dane as a child,…
The house gets transparent, a flower sneaks in, and the sun rhymes with itself. As in this photo of my daughter's artwork, overlaps occur as a matter of accident and curiosity in the poems I like most.
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