WANDERER'S NOOK

Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 12:57:00 +0000

Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Wilson by Deborah White

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 21:34:00 +0000

His smile was easy as dawn's slip into a darkened room. The hat he wore he'd found diving through the dumpster outside the local Waffle-House. It sat cocked to the left on his head, a mimic of...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

What is Poetry.

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 13:38:00 +0000

There are two basic types of poetry. Traditional - follows standard rules of grammar and syntax with a regular rhythm and rhyme scheme.Modern - avoids rhyme and standard grammatical organization and...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Pay to learn how... [Bloglines Clip Blog]

Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:01:17 PDT

to write a novel.

No, I think not. I'll pass.

The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 13:24:00 +0000

Anne Sexton 1928-1974 Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to the grave, letting the dead ride alone in the hearse. It is June. I am tired of being brave. We drive to...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

So many blogs... [Bloglines Clip Blog]

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 16:08:42 PDT

I just can't keep up. I'm a blogging fool!

Daddy by Sylvia Plath

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 11:43:00 +0000

Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version of "Three Blind Mice" by Billy Collins

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 20:30:00 +0000

Billy Collins former U.S. Poet Laureate And I start wondering how they come to be blind. If it was congenital, they would be brothers and sister, and I think of the poor mother brooding over...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

A Lemon by Pablo Neruda

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 12:59:00 +0000

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow emerges, the lemons move down from...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

and so... by Deborah White

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 23:40:00 +0000

I wait for this evening then I will blanket you with my flesh; and remove each breast to tuck under you, one under your head, another stuffed under your feet, to make you comfortable as you absorb...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

I Want to Die While You Love Me by Georgia Douglas Johnson

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 16:50:00 +0000

Georgia Douglas Johnson September 10, 1880 -- May 14, 1966 I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While Laughter lies upon my lips And lights are in my hair. I want to die...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

double-dutch, boston creme and hell

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:24:00 +0000

by Deborah White it's in the crochet of night when he's at his worst. understand, it's his scent that makes my mouth water aromas velcro his progeny beneath my...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Yet I Do Marvel by Countee Cullen

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 11:08:00 +0000

Countee Cullen 1903-1946 I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

People [by Jean Toomer -- Harlem Renaissance Poet/Writer]

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:31:00 +0000

from The Collected Poems of Jean Toomer (Poet of the Harlem Renaissance) To those fixed on white, White is white, To those fixed on black, It is the same, And red is red, Yellow,...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Renaissance: Portrait of a Son -- [My tribute to] Langston Hughes

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 02:11:00 +0000

Langston Hughes My tribute to Langston Hughes by Deborah White He always wrote with the strength & endurance of noir silk and sometimes, he'd die on the same page -- he too, was...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes.

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 02:07:00 +0000

Black History Month is just around the corner so, I thought I'd start early. I want to celebrate Black poets from the Renaissance to Modern Day. No better way than to start with -- LANGSTON...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Howl I by Allen Ginsberg

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 14:47:00 +0000

Allen Ginsberg For Carl Solomon I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

La Vie C'est La Vie by Jessie Redmon Fauset

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Tue, 04 Mar 2008 13:25:00 +0000

Jessie Redmon Fauset On summer afternoons I sit Quiescent by you in the park And idly watch the sunbeams gild And tint the as-trees' bark. Or else I watch the squirrel frisk And chaffer in the...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Bag

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 14:57:00 +0000

When it's done, all that's left is what I've carried. I'm one of those, over-looked forgotten browns yet, when you need me you find me somewhere, maybe at Krogers or, a State Liquor...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

The Tropics of New York by Claude McKay

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 12:40:00 +0000

Claude McKay Bananas ripe and green, and ginger root Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit for the highest prize at parish fairs, Sat in the...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Ballad by Sonia Sanchez

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sun, 24 Feb 2008 13:54:00 +0000

Sonia Sanchez forgive me if i laugh you are so sure of love you are so young and i too old to learn of love. the rain exploding in the air is love the grass excreting her green wax is love and...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Providence by Natasha Trethewey

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 20:40:00 +0000

Natasha Trethewey What's left is footage: the hours before Camille 1969 -- hurricane parties, palm trees leaning in the wind, fronds blown back, a woman's hair. Then after: the vacant...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Blues by Elizabeth Alexander

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Wed, 20 Feb 2008 13:31:00 +0000

Elizabeth Alexander I am lazy, the laziest girl in the world. I sleep during the day when I want to, 'til my face is creased and swollen, 'til my lips are dry and hot. I eat as I please:...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

wishes for sons by Lucille Clifton

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 14:34:00 +0000

Lucille Clifton i wish them cramps. i wish them a strange town and the last tampon. I wish them no 7-11. i wish them one week early and wearing a white skirt. i wish...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Lady Day [My tribute to Billie Holiday]

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 14:22:00 +0000

(Billie Holiday 1915-1959) Momma was thirteen when I passed through the delta of her thighs tho' I never played with baby dolls -- I sho' could crank sad melodic sighs. My songs...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Still I Rise by Dr. Maya Angelou

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sat, 16 Feb 2008 15:22:00 +0000

Dr. Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Quilts by Nikki Giovanni

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 15 Feb 2008 13:56:00 +0000

Nikki Giovanni (for Sally Sellers) Like a fading piece of cloth I am a failure No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.