forget that hour of meanness

The opening poem from D.A. Powell‘s Chronic. Those of you in the Bay Area should definitely come hear him read tomorrow night (February 7th) at Stanford. You will not regret it.


no picnic

plain cloth cast upon the cool banks, the mere warbling frogs

an interrupted repast, uninterrupted pile of leavings

the parallax of bodies which are and are not ours

uncomfortable shift, uncomfortable shuffle

so many of the best days seem minor forms of nearness

that easily fall among the dropseed:  a rind, a left-behind

I watched the bluejays provoke each other, eager to scrap


if I could make the world my own and be satisfied

I’d say that you did not see them, nor hear their anxious fuss

but you were watching.    I, in fact, was not


forget that hour of meanness.    we should not have been

perched on the vestige of evening, treading that same gunny cloth

San Francisco International Poetry Festival

Palace of Fine Arts, photo courtesy Life Magazine
Palace of Fine Arts, photo courtesy Life Magazine

If you’re going to be in the San Francisco Bay Area this weekend and love poetry as much as I do (or are ready to fall in love with it for the first time), check out the International Poetry Festival. All of the events which range from street parties to readings to crawls are listed here.

I traveled to the festival two years ago and got to enjoy Lawrence Ferlinghetti reading at Cafe Trieste before heading over the the Palace of Fine Arts where I saw 10 or so poets from around the world read in their original languages (with translation projected in the back). There’s something so indescribly powerful about poets coming together in one space to celebrate the written and spoken word. Come tomorrow, you can find me once again at the Palace of Fine Arts, where an awesome line-up of poets, including Ferlinghetti, will be reading.