'Emily Dickinson was the father of American poetry and Walt Whitman was the mother,' [Lockwood] read. 'Walt Whitman nude, in the forest, staring deep into a still pool — the only means of taking tit-pics available at that time.'
The 3 C’s of Miami
Café con leche to watch the sunrise,
Cafecito to watch the afternoon monsoon.
Cortadito to dance under the moon.
That’s so Miami.
The organizers of this year’s O, Miami Poetry Festival are holding an online poetry contest entitled “That’s So Miami.” To participate, submit a poem that begins or ends with the phrase, “that’s so Miami.” Entries – which can be culled from both Twitter and Instagram – are accepted in English and Spanish (duh), and submissions are posted daily on the organization’s new Tumblr. For a rundown of the festival’s other April events, check out their Facebook page.
The revelatory pleasure of listening for a poem in each day led me to develop an exercise for my creative writing students that encourages them — as writing daily haiku encouraged me — to stop fretting over what counts as worthy subject matter.