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Poetry: What I Like and Don’t Like

I worry that with all the new content especially during the holidays, there are plenty of posts that will get lost in the mix. That being said I can’t particularly help myself, so bare with me, read and enjoy as much as you can, hopefully you’ll catch up once its over. I’d seen this poem […]

One of My New Favorite Poems

Steve Cramer’s “Curses” perfectly captures everything I recall about childhood curiosity. The times spent with my brother, testing the sounds of curse words as they left our mouths. Every other word was an explicative. Its always admirable when someone captures the common human experience in a way that’s not boring or cliched, its the job […]

Rilke Week

It’s Rainer Marie Rilke Week at Chekov’s Mistress. Which is great because I love Rilk. Letters to a Young Poet moved me as a young writer and still to this day I can read it each time like its the first. There are so many times in my life when the passages have been able […]

The Mystery, The Darkness, The Song and Me.

Last night I fell asleep listening to Langston Hughes “Weary Blues” and woke up and played it again this morning. It was a gift that I received years back when I was younger played it, got it but didn’t get it, listened again a few years on and was finally able to connect. There is […]

One of My Absolute Favorite Poems.

If you’ve never heard of June Jordan and you’re either a writer, a woman or a person of color, then you should be slapped. Hard. In the face.
No, wait. I don’t mean that, its just my passion talking.
In all seriousness, when I first read “A Poem About My Rights” by June Jordan, it was only […]

I forgot to give Jill a chance

A few years ago, I went to check out Jill Scott reading from her poetry book “The Moments, The Minutes, The Hours,” and got a signed copy of the book. When you see Jill Scott in an intimate setting she’s so warm that you nearly want to give her a hug, she commands your attention […]

Celebrating Ginsberg

“The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. That’s what poetry does.” –Allen Ginsberg
Though I missed the annual Howl Festival (which was abruptly cancelled before the fiftieth anniversary last year) due to a weekend filled with too debauchery keeping in with the spirit of the poem. […]

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