Vaccination Day Tanka

Vaccination Day Tanka perched on mother's lap two children unsuspecting needle pricks to scar tiny tabletop, wire-back chairs root beer floats a mother's love ♦       ♦       ♦ This tanka is another first, of sorts, because I let the form of the poem dictate the content. The impetus for writing about this experience was the day … Continue reading Vaccination Day Tanka

Finding Found Poetry

I have never been a fan of found poetry. Despite Annie Dillard's characterization of it as an "urban, youthful, ironic, cruising kind of poetry,"1 I have tended to view it as a scavenging type of affair involving perfectly good written communication cut-up, erased, and otherwise twisted about by people not clever enough to create something original. … Continue reading Finding Found Poetry