Something I Read: Father's Day

Something I Get: Father's Day

Because, when returning from Denver, in the Denver airport, I realized I'd not bought the kids any sort of memento, I got Max a luggage lock at the airport. He's had lots of fun with it. The idea of the combination code is very appealing to him. So he got this one for me.

The Question

Not only has Mr. Davis dispensed with meter and rhyme, but his prose also does away with alliteration, assonance, consonance, dissonance, euphony or any form of syllabic cadence that one might identify with prose poetry. This drastic deparature from the conventional might remind us of a great poet who once did the same, Walt Whitman.

---Mark Kerstetter, from a review of Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! at Escape Into Life

What then, exactly, makes this poetry? I'm not saying the work isn't enjoyable or well-crafted, but I don't see how they qualify as poems. (And the comparison to Whitman is a real stretch.)

---Joseph A., in response to above review

Feeling Some Love

at We Who Are About to Die

Review of Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! at Escape Into Life

Mark Kerstetter writes me a poem

Review of Poetry! Poetry! Poetry! from Benjamin Dewhurst

New poems at The Nepotist

Bug Me

Two Dislocations

Dislocated Shoulder Worm
Dislocated Human Bird

Horses in the Chest!

Wait!