I saw a poem a day or two ago on Poetry Daily that awed me. Be warned, it’s dark, but I was so impressed with it, I had to share it. It’s called “Death by My Son,” by Frank Giampietro. I might have to track down more of his work….
Category: poetry
Book 2 of my most influential five
When I was a teenager – often depressed, no self-esteem, thinking of death and hurting myself – I bought a used paperback anthology of poetry by women. I had heard of Sylvia Plath, and might already have read The Bell Jar, but hadn’t yet been exposed to her poetry. The…
Voices in my head, these days
It has been two weeks since Gerald passed away. We are meeting with his doctor later this afternoon to hear more about the results of blood tests taken in the emergency room, and any other information from the hospital records that might help us understand how he became so sick…
A new poem
As the subject line says, I wrote a new poem. As usual, this shouldn’t be considered a final version, as I may decide to change any or all of it in future. Again My head got stuck in the jaws of angertoday; crazy hijacked my afternoon. It doesn’t last, I…
Life = Multitudes of Poems
I’ve been working on a project for my mother’s birthday – though clearly I haven’t been working hard enough at it, because her birthday is in two days and I’m not even done with it yet, so who knows when it’ll get packed up and into the mail. But it’s…
Poem written at 3 am
Yesterday afternoon was very bad. I started crying at lunchtime, and cried off and on for several hours. I finally called Jeff to ask him to leave work early, to pick me up and take me home. I left at 330 pm. I’d cried myself to a headache, and my…