another daydream

another daydream

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Poetry Performance by Streetcar

Catch the streetcar and catch the poetry performance "Charise & Seema: We Mean It."
I'm delighted to team up with the poet Seema Reza to read our poems on a moving streetcar,
8:00 to 9:00 pm this Saturday, September 14, for Art All Night on H Street, Washington, DC.
I'll be bringing a tambourine and some dance moves for this festive evening! 


Tuesday, August 20, 2019

"Letter from Bundi City"

Letter from Bundi City


If you were still standing
in your Mississippi kitchen
cooking okra you had sliced
and coated with corn meal,
I would tell you that in India
they prepare them whole,
called ladyfingers,
at this rooftop café
wrapped by barbed wire
to keep the monkeys at bay.

There’s a view of the palace
and few visitors
to these ruins of grandeur,
yet someone sprinkled red
rose petals on the marble throne;
and a flock of schoolchildren
press and plead for my autograph,
as if any foreign blond be praised.

It’s best to walk behind a cow
that is divinely carefree
like your great-granddaughters
(there are two now),
as motorbikes whiz past shops
with colorful cloth to sell;
and I would tell you thanks
for the patchwork quilt
you nearly finished sewing.



~ LCMH


Tuesday, August 6, 2019

"Land/e/scape"

Land/e/scape
Painting by JP Normile


 recuse/
            
uselessness of figuring it/

outdoors, amble amidst trees/

            rambling concerns/ 

pine needles comb/

            long excuses/

 water’s fingers run alongside


~ LCMH

Tuesday, July 16, 2019

little poem on a high shelf

Thanks to High Shelf Press for publishing "Onrush," which can be found in issue VIII on their site, as well as in print via Amazon or Barnes and Noble. This gorgeous issue showcases writing, art, and photography (highshelfpress.com).







Tuesday, July 9, 2019

Community Poem

Art Show Guestbook

There’s art in the woods.
The outdoors.
My playground. My medicine.
The treatment works when the fly
shoos me.
Creative spirit may go into hiding,
but doesn’t disappear.
I took my knitting to a Quaker meeting.
An artist’s soul is in the art.
A repurposed church,
a freestanding gate.
Two random tourists
making random artist friends.
Lost River magic…
hope to be a transplant soon.
Sometimes words are home.  
Thank you for being normal.
Eating art, nourishing the soul.
Still not raining yet…
sometimes words are hard.
I want to give her the word
she’s looking for.

~ LCMH and the voices of visitors to Art on Cullers Run

This community poem was built in a poetry tent in Mathias, West Virginia. 
Thanks to all who wrote, spoke, and stopped by!

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

"Couples Fugue"

Couples Fugue

“Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant.”––John Updike

In every marriage one is royal while the other is loyal.
One and other rotate periodically around a periodic table
…the royal sits at the head, loyal at the side, until a fugue
starts a round of musical chairs; and this is where they
see eye to eye, watching each other for a cue to stop
the music, as if the royal or the loyal were an impostor,
and a wizened magician composed of the chemistry
that attracted them at first wields a staff that wriggles
like a snake…smack in the middle of their shenanigans.

~ LCMH

This poem is also featured in today's column "Next Line, Please" of The American Scholar:
https://theamericanscholar.org/patricians-and-peasants/#.XRujSqeZN98

Friday, June 28, 2019

Event: Art on Cullers Run



July 5th and 6th, 10 am to 5 pm

If you find yourself along the Lost River, amid mountains of the George Washington National Forest, in Mathias, West Virginia––stop by
and visit me at Art on Cullers Run. 

This is a showcase of beautiful work by local artists and artisans, and I've weaseled in to host a poetry table. Actually, I was invited––my rustic (second) home is in these same mountains. 






Wednesday, June 19, 2019

"Here/After"

Here/After

Don't worry about your remains.
Eat your existence to the pit,

then spit the impermeable core
––impossible to swallow––

along fallow fields 
that rest and till Elysian. 


~ LCMH