you cannot make a keepsake of this season
HELLO FRIENDS. Today is April 1, which means that it is, once again, National Poetry Month in the U.S., i.e. the best month of the year. I began posting poetry for National Poetry Month in 2007, which makes this the TENTH YEAR I have done this-not the 10-year anniversary, but the tenth year-and I still have not run out of poetry. I don’t anticipate running out of poetry any time soon. National Poetry Month has been with me through a lot of major life changes and big events, through living in two different countries and four different cities, through highs and lows and a whole lot of graduate school; it’s one of my great constants, and I’m thrilled to be doing it again this year.
In honor of the ten years, and the changing spaces of the internet, I have made a new dedicated poetry blog, over at The Cruelest Month. I am using this blog both to archive all my years of National Poetry Month past (still a work in progress, as is the tagging system, but it will get there), and to post new poems going forward. I will be doing some cross-posting this year (it’s a hard habit to break), but mostly linking to the blog rather than posting poems in multiple places; I encourage those of you who enjoy National Poetry Month to read (and comment, if you want to) over at the blog.
To start us off, this year, a poem that is about spring, and feelings, and time: Each Year by Dora Malech (b. 1981), 2010. I just discovered Dora Malech, and I kind of love her.
Originally posted at oliviacirce @ dreamwidth. If you'd like, comment there using OpenID.
In honor of the ten years, and the changing spaces of the internet, I have made a new dedicated poetry blog, over at The Cruelest Month. I am using this blog both to archive all my years of National Poetry Month past (still a work in progress, as is the tagging system, but it will get there), and to post new poems going forward. I will be doing some cross-posting this year (it’s a hard habit to break), but mostly linking to the blog rather than posting poems in multiple places; I encourage those of you who enjoy National Poetry Month to read (and comment, if you want to) over at the blog.
To start us off, this year, a poem that is about spring, and feelings, and time: Each Year by Dora Malech (b. 1981), 2010. I just discovered Dora Malech, and I kind of love her.
Originally posted at oliviacirce @ dreamwidth. If you'd like, comment there using OpenID.