With Tom Lehrer's passing, I suppose this is a moment to share the story of the prank he played on the National Security Agency, and how it went undiscovered for nearly 60 years.
More good news: I'll be reading "Spark" as part of Whale Road Review's Summer Celebration Reading via Zoom on Saturday, June 13, at 9am Pacific. Pre-register with this link if you'd like to attend: pointloma.zoom.us/meeting/regi...
This is a gift. Please listen. Thank you, @marthasilano.bsky.social and all the people who made this. This is what poetry is meant to do.
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I'm a couple of days late on this, but I have three new poems up at @eunoiareview.bsky.social!
Remember that "secret sauce" I discovered a while ago? The one that has me writing so much it is an ORGY OF WRITING? Well, here it is. A simple thing you too can do! Featuring @notquitehydepark.bsky.social @alyssaharad.bsky.social @jsavrankelly.bsky.social www.maureenlangloss.com/in-the-bee-l...
Zoom Reading
It's crickets, we say, meaning the silence after a poem, when we lift our eyes to the camera's gaze and to our invisible, muted audience who might or might not be there. It seems unfair to crickets, who insist on being heard, on calling out, "I'm here! I'm here! I need you!" Wouldn't…
Thank you to @whaleroadreview.bsky.social for including my poem "Spark: You Might Be a Birder If" in Issue 43! 🪶
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Opal
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A daily practice, like doing musical scales, to add to your writing routine.
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Strangers on the streets of Seattle and New York read Martha Silano's poem
It's crickets, we say, meaning the silence after a poem, when we lift our eyes to the camera's gaze and to our invisible, muted audience who might or might not be there. It seems unfair to crickets, who insist on being heard, on calling out, "I'm here! I'm here! I need you!" Wouldn't it be sweet if after a poem we heard a gentle crescendo…
Remotely
Boot up, log on, launch your email program. Then sit across the room in your armchair with a novel and a pair of binoculars. Use the binoculars from time to time to monitor your Inbox. If you look through the wrong end, you will find that your workload has vanished, and you are six years…
A good poem to read before bedtime. This is by Ryler Dustin from a Green Linden Press chapbook entitled "Something Bright."
Boot up, log on, launch your email program. Then sit across the room in your armchair with a novel and a pair of binoculars. Use the binoculars from time to time to monitor your Inbox. If you look through the wrong end, you will find that your workload has vanished, and you are six years old again, turning pages, lost and alive in your happiness.
Ode to My Copy of Lunch Poems
Purchased in 2013 on Monday, April 22nd at City Lights Books in San Francisco at 11:06 P.M. after gathering with friends at Chef Jia’s and Caffè Greco, the pull of the upstairs Poetry Room, Paul & David waiting on the sidewalk for me while I ran inside, my shortest…
