“testy pony,” by zachary schomburg, read by djb
I normally don’t like what is often called prose poetry. I admit that I don’t really get it. For me poetry (aside from the requirements of beauty, excellence and a sense of reaching for something true) has always been in the line. But this poem feels like a poem to me, despite it’s complete lack of any form that to me resembles poetry. It was the poem of the day one day last week on the email list…
Tags: DJB, Poem, Poetry, Pony, Reading, Schomburg, Testy, Zachary
Testy pony, by zachary schomburg
I normally don’t like what is often called prose poetry. I admit that I don’t really get it. For me poetry (aside from the requirements of beauty, excellence and a sense of reaching for something true) has always been in the line. But this poem feels like a poem to me, despite it’s complete lack of any form that to me resembles poetry. It was the poem of the day one day last week on the email list…
Tags: DJB, Poem, Poetry, Pony, Reading, Schomburg, Testy, Zachary
