By Bruce Hodder The rain was dripping from the winter trees in Pere Lachaise the day I found Pascale. Years before, she was my greatest crush, with those big sad eyes and all her hair piled up in front. Her high voice curled my toes. We talked a while. She asked how Paris was … Continue reading PASCALE
GATHERING OF THE TRIBES, 1967
By Bruce Hodder There is confetti in your black hair, Allen Ginsberg. The sky is a dharmakaya blue. A young Jonas Mekas is filming you as you play your tiny Asian finger cymbals. Young people take each other’s hands and dance, eyes watching, fifty-one years later, on devices that haven’t been invented yet.
#MicroPoetryChallenge Entries!
We wanted to do something a little different here and decided to hop on the trend of Twitter poetry. The challenge was to tweet up to seven lines and we got some really cool poems. Thank you to everyone who participated and maybe we'll do another Twitter challenge in the future.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 