Meditation upon “Annunciation” by Mati Klarwein, 1961

Saharan angels chant their song of abundance before a Cainite altar where the enigmatic artist laughs a jibaro-hippie laugh / Red conga-anima rides the rhythm / signalling to the drowsing Queen of the South lost in a vision at the wall of Jerusalem / she must lift her gaze to heaven / turn from her vanity and behold the celestial sign / Aleph-Alpha the cipher of Messiah / the egg breaks open: flowering zygote of conception / blood of the pomegranate, granada / blood of the goat flayed on the altar of mammon / terraces of chilies exuding fire in the crystalline torpor of a Mexican fishing village / hear the clear salt water at the foot of the stairs / hear the music’s underwater depths / hear the syncopated overcoding of this annunciation / the lilies rise, shoshannim / Shushan the citadel / nomadic deserts of the outer horizon threaten the opulent decadence of the jeweled elephant-headed idol of the world / Orpheus looks back emerging from the portal stairs into the burning light of the living / BEHOLD: Eurydice one last time in perfection and it all vanishes



PROMPT # 22: write a poem that engages with another art form […]
a wonderful painting, film, or piece of music you’ve experienced –
so long as it uses the poem to express something about another form of art.

A-Maying I Shall Go

This year’s National Poetry Writing Month was different from the last five in which I have participated. I followed the prompts for the first time. Some prompts forced me to produce good poetry but others were just headaches. For a few, I simply matched up a draft I had sitting around with the given prompt and it worked. The whole thing felt more futile than ever this year . . . but I am destined and doomed to write POETRY and shall continue to do so.

Thanks to everyone who took time to read my original work here during April.
Best lyrical wishes for 2019 !

1. Persona Non GrataCoy Illusions
2. Borderline
3. The Geologic Time of Your Life
4. The Death of Poverty
5. One More Art Form
6. Should You Cease to Signal Virtue
7. Seven Couplets for April
8. Data-Driven Poetry
9. Lyric Destinies & Listless
10. Black Poetry Live & Precipitating events
11. Bring It On Home
12. Well-whetted Couplets
13. Gothic Postcard
14. Fatal Head-Wound Healed
15. Empyrean Flights Delayed
16. Smoke Signals
17. The View from Hair
18. Deal With This
19. P-Orridge 9 Days Old
20. Plebeia O-J takes on America
21. That’s the Way God Likes It
22. Klarwein’s Annunciation
23. Feline Frenzy
24. Reaktionary Poem
25. Well-Seasoned/Unhallowed
26. Presbyterian Restraint
27. Prompt 27
28. Something Off-Beat
29. When White Men Mow Their Lawns
30. Conceptual Koan





When White Men Mow Their Lawns

Nature’s bounty is sustainably managed;

Transparency and sincerity meet at the grassroots

Children play, shrieking with laughter in 1957

Your parents or grandparents or great-grandparents

Meet and remain married

While beatniks scream in stupefied rage

The fog of war subsides

As you purchase a new sofa

The gold-backed dollar grows greener

Silver shines truer and brighter

The free market surges

Entrepreneurs create new goods and services

The grass is forced to reach a pleasing uniform height

Weeds are suppressed

American women grow more alluring

Church and state

Support each other symbiotically

Underdeveloped nations improve their infrastructures

Shamans smile cryptically in exotic lands beyond the U.S.A.

Twenty-somethings improve their Yoga asanas

Chickens begin to sing, from every pot

When white men mow their lawns


produce a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility,
on an emotion you have felt powerfully.


Here’s all of Shakespeare’s sonnets. You can pick a line you like and use it as the genesis for a new poem. Or make a “word bank” out of a sonnet, and try to build a new poem using the same words (or mostly the same words) as are in the poem. Or you could try to write a new poem that expresses the same idea as one of Shakespeare’s sonnets, like “hey baby, this poem will make you immortal” (Sonnet XVIII) or “I’m really bad at saying I love you but maybe if I look at you adoringly, you’ll understand what

Shakespear was really

A blak lesbian feminist.

Don’t believe the HYPE.