Poetry is how our feeling thoughts talk and we share those words with family, friends, and others.

I am Claudia Samperi-Warren, the daughter of the american Poet Frank Samperi. The Paul Blackburn Audio Collection! The first release of this collection includes over 100 recordings featuring over 100 poets, now available for streaming at lib.

Monday, May 9, 2011. com please go there for my new poems. Friday, April 8, 2011. Monday, April 4, 2011. Our cat has been MIA for ten days, no, for 2 weeks and Quiggly. I was departing for Carbondale. And she rolled over onto her back, stretched out her legs, exposed her.

Poetry, notes, and marginalia by William Michaelian. Monday, August 10, 2015. Sunday, August 9, 2015. Dust, Dry Grass, and the Approaching Thought of Rain. Dust, Dry Grass, and the Approaching Thought of Rain. Saturday, August 8, 2015. Masks, Like Lives, Like Leaves, Fall Away. Masks, Like Lives, Like Leaves, Fall Away.

Between the chocolate and the cake,. The car and the new car smell, the nightie. To twist round my fingers, to stroke. And stir, sketch and stretch, but so much. I should sweep and scrub, strip. From my pores, turn it to ink instead,. Rather scurry to my driveway to study.

Monday, July 30, 2012. I decided to head on over to wordpress and try on a new blog. Give me a try! Give me your Pennies. Tuesday, August 9, 2011. I stack them under my dimes. They smell like those days,. The plot we have set aside. When earthworms slither for anctuary. Days in late May and the rain.

Thursday, January 31, 2013. There is a sweet relief these days. To let the others speak the words,. To watch the sun turn into ice, and ice to rain, and rain to snow,. And not to put them in the prison of my mind,. Not cage the wild ideas that hiss at me and fly. And hold them in the sweaty palm of my control. There is no ready turn of phrase. To hold the things that I have heard,. Enfold and capture all these dreams, these tears, these smiles, these things I know. Monday, April 9, 2012.

We May Never Pass This Way Again. When I think of summer. Now you, too, can be wrapped up in the best tune bondage ever. So take lots of pictures of your summer. Here are some of mine.