Taken accidentally on my phone in the middle of the day, probably generated by my fingers covering the lens.
I read a poem at an open mic a couple of months back. I was quite pleased with it. Only recently did I realise the central image was almost the same as another poet’s work who I had seen a couple of months before. Without realising it, I had completely ripped them off.
So I looked back at my writing, only to find the problem was more widespread than I thought. Other poems were similar to existing pieces from other poets. One had the same subject matter and even style as a poem I heard months ago. In each case,...
… Even under winter’s
tightest fist some light still slips through
to you, and isn’t that a miracle?
From I Know You Love Manhattan But You Should Look Up More Often by Ariel Francisco
Pauline Seawards shared this and I just had to share it as well.
David Byrne sings Heroes with a choir who had practiced for just an hour beforehand. It’s utterly beautiful and hypnotizing.
I also love what David Byrne said about the performance:
here is a transcendent feeling in being subsumed and surrendering to a group. This applies to sports, military drills, dancing… and group singing. One becomes a part of something larger than oneself, and something in our makeup rewards us when that happens. We cling to our individuality, but we experience true ecstasy when we give...
The cold makes a home
deep inside your weary bones.
Frost glimmers and grins.
Hello, I’m really pleased to have a new poem at Highland Park Poetry called Fluvial Dreams. All the poems are water themed. Check it out here.
I also really like Storm After Drought by Donna Pucciani. Have a look at all the poems.
I love walking past the Arnolfini every day, because I see things like this.
Posters by Kameelah Janan Rasheed for In Between Time