Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

The Afterlife by Louis Jenkins

Older people are exiting this life as if it were a movie… "I 
didn’t get it," they are saying. He says, "It didn’t seem to have any plot." "No." she says, "it seemed like things just kept coming at me.  
Most of the time I was confused… and there was way too much
sex and violence." "Violence anyway," he says. "It was not much for character development either; most of
the time people were either shouting or mumbling. Then just when
someone started to make sense and I got interested, they died.
Then  a whole lot of new characters came along and I couldn’t
tell who was who." "The whole thing lacked subtlety." "Some of the scenery was nice." "Yes." They walk on in silence for a while. It is a summer night and they
walk slowly, stopping now and then, as if they had no particular
place to go. They walk past a streetlamp where some insects are
hurling themselves at the light, and then on down the block,
fading into the darkness. She says, "I was never happy with the way I looked." "The lighting was bad and I was no good at dialogue," he says. "I would have liked to have been a little taller," she says. ~from North of the Cities (Will o’ the Wisp Books, 2007)

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