Carl James Grindley wrote a new blog post: POETRY MONTH: Days 26, 27, 28 and 29 %s

LIFE’S PROBLEMS AS A METAPHOR FOR ROADKILL

I was talking to my son and did not see
The squirrel—when I looked in the rearview
Mirror, the squirrel was running around
In circles in the middle of the road, fixed
By his flattened head to one tiny pivot:
My son called me Squirrel Killer like it was
Some kind of degree I had […]

Carl James Grindley wrote a new blog post: POETRY MONTH: Day 22 %s

CONSIDER THE SPARROWS

One of my friends writes
Entirely in sparrows, which is
Either good or bad depending—
Good, because Jesus suffers
Each of her poems to be numbered,
Bad, because that creep
Jesus always has to know
What she wants to say.
Ted Hughes composed in hawks
And crows, Tennyson in eagles,
Poe in ravens, Oscar Wilde,
Once called the countess
Of somewhere a peacock
In everything except […]

Carl James Grindley wrote a new blog post: POETRY MONTH: Day 21 %s

I’m not going to do it. I’m not going to cheat. This morning, I wrote four poems on the train. I was going to stockpile them up, just in case I ran out of material in the last week of April, but the way I see it, the real benefit of poetry month is not […]

Carl James Grindley wrote a new blog post: POETRY MONTH: Day 18 %s

IT RAINED THE WHOLE DAMN TIME

Even the trees are drunk:
It is that green here,
That wet, and as much
As you hate to admit it,
It is Pacific Northwest wet,
Wet enough so you have to call
Your brother and beg your
Brother to come and flip
The boat in your backyard over
On its gunwales before
It fills up and ruins
Your spring with […]