Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo,
Los Baños, Laguna, Philippines
on a string
day turns
to secret music
day turns
to secret music
worms toil
blind
to their fruit
as above
so on the sheen
of wet ground
daughter clears her throat
of night and pollen
the piano plays
wife, the sun
lights you up
a favor to itself
no initials on wood
but the grooves of our palms
along the grain
what a leaf hides
for our sake
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Today’s LittleNip:
Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depth of your heart; confess to yourself you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.
―Rainer Maria Rilke
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Newcomer Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo works merrily at the Department of Humanities of the University of the Philippines Los Baños. There, he helped institute courses on young adult narratives and creative nonfiction. His work appears online, in the closing issues of Otoliths and Gnarled Oak, among others. Welcome to the Kitchen, Dennis, and don’t be a stranger!
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—Medusa
Dennis Andrew S. Aguinaldo
A reminder that
Writing Down the Big Trees
Mother Lode Book Festival
takes place today form 10am-5pm
in Calaveras Big Trees State Park;
and Sacramento Poetry Center
Writing Down the Big Trees
Mother Lode Book Festival
takes place today form 10am-5pm
in Calaveras Big Trees State Park;
and Sacramento Poetry Center
presents Poetry Adventure Night, 8pm.
For info about these and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
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Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
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send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
For info about these and other
future poetry happenings in
Northern California and otherwheres,
click on
UPCOMING NORCAL EVENTS
(http://medusaskitchen.blogspot.com/p/wtf.html)
in the links at the top of this page—
and keep an eye on this link and on
the daily Kitchen for happenings
that might pop up
—or get changed!—
during the week.
Photos in this column can be enlarged by
clicking on them once, then clicking on the x
in the top right corner to come back to Medusa.
Poets’ bios appear on their first MK visit.
To find previous posts, type the name
of the poet (or poem) into the little
beige box at the top left-hand side
of this column. See also
Medusa’s Rapsheet at the bottom
of the blue column on the right
side of this column to find
any date you want.
Miss a post?
You can find our most recent ones by
scrolling down under this daily one.
Or there's an "Older Posts" button
at the bottom of this column.
(Please excuse typos in older posts!
Blogspot has been through a lot of
incarnations in 20 years!)
Would you like to be a SnakePal?
Guidelines are at the top of this page
at the Placating the Gorgon link;
send poetry and/or photos and artwork
to kathykieth@hotmail.com. We post
work from all over the world—including
that which was previously published—
and collaborations are welcome.
Just remember:
the snakes of Medusa are always hungry—
for poetry, of course!
