O Pen! In 2004, I wrote a poem called "O Pen" and performed it at an open mic. Mid-way through Pacific University's MFA program, I decided I needed a way to discuss poems I was studying or wanted to know more about. O Pen sounded like a perfect name for such a group, and we have been meeting each week, since February 2008. I dedicate my musings to the creative, thoughtful and intelligent people who attend and to those who enjoy delving into the magic of a poem!
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Napowrimo -- Day 7- Unlying Questions Run (Dance)
Underlying Questions Run in Italics (in the Fog) if stones were glass and twilight single, one square of silence in every stone as the river whispers a scoop of perhaps questions question... water curves would finger truth, a tingled whisper stretched comma by lone comma, until gathered into a scoop of perhaps questions, question the swinging flail, the swiple thrashing grain, seed settling like ashes, one by one waiting to be scooped up and kneaded, question after question after question. ** (Swedish proverb: worry gives a small thing a big shadow) ** part of a collaboration with Christine Fendley and Park Avenue Dance
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