he licks my eye with a warmth(growing syrup inflaming/button festivals/ room for little lamps clawing at the red hem of reason, the open belly of t

A Cargo Cult of People in the South Seasduring the war they saw she wore far too much rougeairplanes with lots of good materials and

blue-footed, the trip was all beatnik traffic, from the slivered stream that sent marbles to Orion's ears to cloaked lazy belles sleep- ing hard over morning’s whistle he hid in the brambles hop

Thanks, John, for the link to this article on internet poetry, Online poetry: A thriving community , from the Philadelphia Inquirer.

These are 3 color composites I made from actual data from the Chandra X-ray Observatory. The reds, green and yellows represent soft (0.1 KeV-1.65 KeV), medium (1.65 KeV-2.25 KeV) and hard (2.25 KeV-7.50KeV) x-rays respectively. Energy cut

Am listening to satellite radio - what is UP with those synthesized muskrat love noises?

The lighter blue sky on dusk’s horizon A dark cloud mole with a propeller on its nose Running after her babies, Morphing into a big fish eating the little fish And disappearing behind the kelp tops Of hundred year old pines. No clouds now&he

Bride and Groom Lie Hidden for Three Days She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He just seemed to pull it down out of the air and lay it over her She weeps with fearfulness and astonis

I went on the field trip today, Physics Day at the amusement park. It drizzled then poured then drizzled then poured and lightning-ed (heh), but i got to fall 150 ft at negative g's (the rain drops looked like they were going UP and then after the fi

1492-1942 Grip space aces and eights elbow room you rate: where air? Grab earth six feet the wide open go west big shot: who love? Drag the sea fathom five kicker diesel steel trawl highline: what sun? when? For Joe small potatoes, and gold, g

organic shadows flee the night, run from shades of flood lights next door the yodels of wildcats still sparse, new leaves over the driveway, yet they serenade four pounds of bread, a salad - our sweat combs the hair of the millstone making, mathem

I float, but so would Saturnon a body of water large enoughloons lift off the lakebig-jawed pel

http://books.guardian.co.uk/poetryworkshop/Want to have your work reviewed by a published poet?Every month, our poetry workshop is hosted by a different poet who sets an exercise, chooses the most interesting responses and offers an appraisal of them

I wait for you like a lonely house.                                  ~ Pablo Neruda

The light will thicken, bind the morning commute,tie bumper to hatchback as it solidifies smokeblown cursive from half-lowered windows.The light will, but at this hour, we’ve only the omenof a day beyond our silver-bullet shell. For now,the ear

I love my fuzzy eyes making the moon,my mood, wider between black branchesof pine      near nakedmaple limbs snare the Big Dipperas still as I hold myself, I moveunderneath the sky

summerlong hopes, the          dark creeps into    you and me in demi-light spins parting spans        in wine hours I sleep on glass your pins or molecules     a blue-steel door – a river driver’s        

goldfish,          in molasses I find homes my Moorish poet misses in walls interwoven     my part        my cup my wide sawn-down goldfishgun, breathe                            air     

Translate a poem of yours into another language using Babelfish and then translate from that lanuage back into English (or whatever the original language was). Since the translations are not exact and don't do well with idioms, you may find

From Frances Mayes' The Discovery of Poetry: This may seem difficult, but it's actually fun. The purpose is to let yourself make sound associations. Take a poem in a language you don't know at all and "translate" it simply by making up a ve

Browse The Webtender, pick a drink and write a poem.~Butch's Pink Panties 2 oz Jim Beam6 oz Mountain DewBlend all ingredients thoroughly with ice and consume.Put a pair of pink panties on and go out and mow the grass.&n

Play with one of these random text generators:The Grazulis Cut-up machine - cuts up text of your choiceRob's Amazing Poem Generator - enter a URL and have it generate a poem based on the contents! The Instant Muse Poetry Generator - gives you a first

On my third day home sick, I went to the supermarket for Chloraseptic and came home with "Under the Tuscan Sun" rented from their meager dvd rental section. The movie is based on a memoir by Frances Mayes which reminded me that, years back,

Over there, a fly buzzed – bad. All ours: the bra, the breast, the breeze. Starlet of the reciprocal gaze. Something about her rhymed like mad. And ours the sigh, the suck, the sing. We forgave everything we could. Ravenous palmist. I’m