I’m nowhere close to getting this one right—but the insight makes up for a lot… Continue reading
Poetry
Seven stars (a poem)
It’s already the 7th in Japan, so here is my annual tanabata poem, mixed with a bit of personal history… Continue reading
Silent (a poem)
Too tired for much today… Continue reading
The CBS eye never blinks (a poem)
Caught myself a summer cold, so lots of TV today… Continue reading
Conflict resolution (a poem)
Witnessed earlier today… Continue reading
Suburbia crawl (a poem)
Semi-random thoughts as I drove around this afternoon, doing errands… Continue reading
The DVD menu music loops on infinite all afternoon (a poem)
No time recently to research my next writing challenge, so I’m sticking with the title-first exercise this month… Continue reading
Poet of the Month: Talicha J
This month, I celebrate Talicha J, one of the first poets I began to follow after I started actively writing poetry again. I don’t remember where I first encountered her work (it’s been about four years, after all), but I appreciate her ability to get to the heart of whatever she is writing about. Numerous times I have read something in one of her poems that perfectly captures something I have experienced.
Talicha regularly participates in slam competitions, and last year did her first tour (I was lucky to see her read at Everett Poetry Night in May 2016, and finally meet her in person (after having already been connected for a while on social media).
To date, Talicha has published one book of her poetry, Falling in Love with Picking Myself Up, and one poetry album, In the making (click on the bandcamp link below).
I strongly recommend you check her out. You won’t regret it.
Talicha J website: https://talicha-johnson.squarespace.com/
Talicha J YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCUbP6BNSxJvMksiY2Qa0PyA
Talicha J In the making poetry album: https://talichaj.bandcamp.com/
(1 July 2017)
The shell arcs off-axis (a poem)
Today’s entry has a title I have trouble pronouncing, even if I say it slowly… Continue reading
She talks a lot about veins (a poem)
A late entry, written earlier this evening while listening to a poet read. Continue reading