Here’s a sample poem from it:
John Coltrane Redux
Avant-guard jazz on my ride home:
saxophone incursions deep into
John Deere clang and guitar twang
of country-western territory.
Coltrane would get punched in the face at the
tavern with his strange hue, sound concepts,
Carolina drawl – looking at folks funny,
ordering a daiquiri.
His split lip of un-belonging would
swell and buzz for days like diatonic
scales on broken AM frequencies
somewhere down a gravel sideroad.
I’m also reading with career-long poet from out west, John Pass. Here are some of his poems at Terrain.
- Serial Poems/Long Poems Jane Munro read from her wonderful ghazals in Pedlar Press’ Active Pass. She changed her reading line-up to follow from the Long Poem workshop that preceded her. She read some...
- Poems Collected by Popular Vote Somewhere, somehow I ran across Leaf Books in Wales. How they described themselves grabbed me (by the funny bone) Each book we produce has a colourful, simple design and can...
- Organizing poems The Hub thinks I should post a poem a day. It might be better than just stacking up drafts like cordwood. It might be a step in the direction ....