Connections: November 10.16

If you are like me

(and of course you are)

your walk will become

irregular

you must follow the crunch

on the side of the paths

mimsy as borogoves

outgrabing the mome raths

because at the end of

arrows and slings

this is how

we make sense of things.

With apologies and thanks to Messrs. Carroll and Shakespeare.

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Connections: April 1

It’s Poetry Month, dear reader!

And how should the chorus swell?

With patter song and lieder,

with Mother Goose and Shel?

Should we inscribe a dirigible

to float in iambical ease

with Ogden Nash incorrigible

or sonnet Portuguese?

Bake an Emily Dickinson cake?

Or a Learian calico pie

in case e.e. or Blake

or the Scroobius Pip come by?

Or all the above!

Choose as you will:

canto or haiku or

(like me)

doggerel.

 So frabjous the ways

to be poet voices —

we have 30 days

to raise up our noises.

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