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December 3, 2014January 26, 2016 jonaslamb glimpses, Poetry, Writing

a poem that nobody can understand

“I’d like to be on record as saying that anybody can write a poem that nobody can understand.” --Ted Kooser Thanks Ted, time to distill some of my recent works which are perhaps examples of the types of poems anybody can write (and nobody can understand). Time to focus on what it is about Billy … Continue reading a poem that nobody can understand

April 19, 2014May 8, 2018 jonaslamb Poetry

3 Poems in Tidal Echoes Journal

3 of my poems, “Light like coal," "Dream Seed," and "Dear Toi" have been selected for publication in this year's UAS Tidal Echoes Literary and Art Journal.  Come get a copy at the launch on Friday April 25th, 7pm at the Egan Lecture Hall.  Don't think I'm going to be able to make it to read … Continue reading 3 Poems in Tidal Echoes Journal

February 7, 2013May 21, 2015 jonaslamb Poetry

Unfolded for You

this poem unfolded from my pocket heart hidden, creased and worn not my heart this poem this paper this pen’s milked ink pressed as a heart presses life blood or ink on the page or the face or the heart after it has dried folded, put away but loved loved to softness no sharp edges … Continue reading Unfolded for You

December 23, 2009December 26, 2009 jonaslamb blog as poem, culture, events, Poetry, reviews

“War Dances” by Sherman Alexie

Had the chance to review Alexie's latest collection, "War Dances" for the Juneau Empire. I know one person who enjoyed the review more than the book, but I also had mixed experiences with this one, a bit of an experiment in form or departure from his narratives. So in that case, very interesting.  Thanks to … Continue reading “War Dances” by Sherman Alexie

December 11, 2008December 27, 2008 jonaslamb Poetry

All There Was

in the treetops on ballfields and head high meadows knee deep in pond water fists full of willow branches that couldn’t hold my weight when I swung out over the warm water alive with water striders and bull-frog bark in these places I was a child I was nearsighted even though I am farsighted I … Continue reading All There Was

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