A week or so ago I received a poem by Joe Lamb, tree wizard, poet, and friend, in my inbox. I thought I’d share it here:
Star ThistleGo into the intimacy
of your little eternity
with the wild patience
of a Star Thistle Continue reading “Poetry Monday–Joe Lamb”
“Luxury is who you’re with,” my friend Maureen said years ago, and one of the true luxuries in my life is to be part of a group of poets I respect who meet regularly to discuss our work. Two of the poets I met at the Squaw Valley Poetry Workshop in 2001, and we have been in various permutations of this group since then. About five years ago, we morphed into this current group of four. We manage to meet once a month despite the myriad events that conspire against it. By now we know each others’ work and are comfortable enough and know enough about our strengths and weaknesses that our criticism is both honest and valuable.
The four of us started hosting a Sunday Salon, dubbed Salon 77, on an irregular basis. Lisa, the letterpress printer among us, prints the invitation, and we each get ten. Poets, writers, musicians, artists, sculptors and appreciators all show up, eat, talk, and have a few minutes each to show their work. Here is a blurry shot of us from the first Salon in 2009.
The next Salon is this Sunday, and as most of you won’t be there, here’s a sample of our work from yesterday’s poetry group: