Tag Archives: poets

I give up. I am throwing in the towel after this. There is simply too much good stuff to go through out there, and trying to blog all of it takes away from the time I could spend reading it. The following is only a sampling of stuff that’s been written in the last few days. I’m going to work on putting together a list of the blogs that I follow. Hopefully, I’ll have it up within the next week or so. I have to say, it’s truly inspiring to see so much out there … to me every last bit of it is worthy of blogging about but alas, alas …

• Peanuts and Bubblegum gets ready to Fight This Churning Four-Legged Beast. Yes, yes, keep up the fight.
• Sonnets at 4 A.M. is either writing a great poem or having a bad dream — Opheus, Adrift — read and decide which.
• This Is All Your Fault writes about The Big Heat. Excellent.
• It’s Ramallah at Lorcaloca, fantastic imagery.
• She gone, and She gone 2 on Hope Street. Nicely done.
• Word Nerd gives us Untitled found from 2005, wonderful.
• Geof Huth crows about Anxiety. Read it.
• Outlasting Moths thinks, Today, I Thought. Sigh. Also, definitely check out White and Cold. Also, Maybe.
• Knocking from Inside should have no Regret about this poem. Or this one, Halves.
• Poetry From the Orchard will Remember With Affection. Me too.
• If I was God I’d Cry Too cries over Simple Things. Sweet.
• Glenn Bach does two poems and two poems again at pganickz.
• I’ll Show You Mine shows us The Properties of Tacos. I’m left hungry.
• Average Poet is Super.
• Wild Horses Of Fire writes for Brenda an untitled poem, excellent.
• Differx is o/n.
• Haiku habits says spare me.
• Wanderer Thoughts tries Some More Random Haikus, fun. Also check out Cataclysmic Intentions.
• Nose Jobs says You are my Snuggie. I didn’t quite get it, but you might.
• Digital aardvarks notes she is u parked across don’t.
• Shadow of Diogenes sees Jack Kerouac’s Ghost. I’m feeling nostalgic.
• Ouch political poetry at Overlap says, I want to Hear Your Voice.
• 1.a at As/Is says iam alone with my electricity and says it well.
• The odd neighbor certainly gets it right with this tiny tale Proof of Life.
• Detainees says Last Poem, I Promise. Good grief, I hope not.