Come in and sit down . . .

In 2010 I wrote a poem a day: blunt misshapen ideas left on this digital desk for anyone to peek over my shoulder. It was a diary, a discipline, and a delight. My two hundred fifty-nine un-edited poems taught me what discipline can do for a person hardwired to notice. I found if I would stop and write a poem, I was free.

2014 has poems, paintings, new art & photography. Feel free to come in and sit down.

Polly McCann

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Black Walnut

The black walnut in front of me
The birds, behind
Alyssum clouds the flower beds
Ivy climbs beside
Roses blush stars
even in November
Love, I am here.
By paving stones
Between branches
There is space
in my heart.


Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Monday, December 30, 2013

Here is a wonderful poem by one of my favorite writers.  He is a guest blogger and, at my request, wrote a letter to a children's book character.  I think, however, my brother might be the world's first poet to incorporate the fourth dimension into this poems.  There are links in here to explore as well.  Enjoy. Visit his blog here.


Dear Alice,

Welcome back from the other side of the looking glass. I’d like for us to have a talk about your problem of always being the same size.
Magnitude is silly when you see that the nature of perception is as dynamic as your relation to your own imagination. Don’t think about that on this side of the mirror.
I’m fond of mushrooms too. Usually, I have to eat them before I see strange talking animals. You can pretend to be a talking animal anyway, no matter what you put in your eggs. I’ve pretended to be a talking animal for years. 
I heard there was a Tea Party in Washington these days. When will they learn that everyone involved is always mad? You can’t have a sane Tea  Party. Not on this side of the mirror.
For cats with detached smiles, I think singing a popular Bj√∂rk song works best. Just don’t throw the cat, that’s what I’ve learned. Throw your voice. Make that cat wonder why it started to sing from behind it’s clenched teeth.
For royalty, always assume that there is some strange game in store. If it’s chess you must play, call it checkers the whole time and insist you don’t know the rules. Allow them to choose all your moves until they defeat themselves. Applaud their cunning.
That’s all for now dear, if we ever meet on opposite sides of a mirror I’ll be sure to disappear at once and not leave my teeth behind. I hate talking behind my own back.
With love,
Jay

Friday, December 6, 2013

Tattoo 22

recipe--

Take one sweet & sour life
squeeze it into a two fingered amber glass
Climb out from under one crushing experience
Beat it like a metal drum
Find a symbol scrap,
fallen on the floor
slide it underneath skin
peal
repeat

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Spin

Pegasus stamps open his wings to our left
Cassiopeia kneels on our right
The pole spins on its axis
as we unwind
beneath their icy breath
standing free on our terrace.
As we spin
counter wise,
and all that we know falls away,
I’d just like to say
I like it here—
I like it here inside
this purple and white fleshed
core where
there is enough.
Where there is 
enough.

Sheets

















You spend the day 

in hope and stuff 
away your dreams 
at night 
to sleep
I spend the day 
in dread to pull
cool dreams 
like sheets
over
my hopes
you never
hear.