Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Friday, October 31, 2014

Happy Halloween!

Happy Hallowe'en!

For your spooky poetry pleasure, here's a cat ghost poem by John Philip Johnson:

And, once again, for those of you who do your ghosting with poets on Hallowe'en night, the annual Hallowe'en show of Ray McNiece and Tongue & Groove is at the Barking Spider, 8pm, at 11310 Juniper.
Tyrael.  Photo by Geoffrey A. Landis
photo by Geoffrey Landis


Sunday, April 28, 2013

The book of cats: "On Velvet Feet"

Cover of book "on Velvet Feet"
On Velvet Feet, available from Poet's Haven
Our cat
sprawls on the rug
like ink scrawled on parchment
composing a poem I'm too human to read.
 --Joshua Gage

There's just something about poets and cats.
Sure, there are the odd poets that love their dogs (and write about them), but from ol' possum Tommy Eliot through to Marge Piercy and on, there's been something about the mystique of the feline--simultaneously a purring ball of fur sleeping in a patch of sunshine, and a sleek and efficient predator hunting in the night shadows--that brings out the poet.
Well, for cat lovers, Poet's Haven has just published a mini-book of cat poems, featuring a number of Cleveland poets: check out "On Velvet Feet" edited by Vertigo X. Xavier (part of the "Poet's Haven Digest" series).
OK, in the spirit of full disclosure, I have to admit that yes, I have a handful of haiku here. Still, this is a great little book, small in size, but well worth the minor price of $6.00-- go buy copies for all your poetry-loving and cat-loving friends!

Thick-whiskered Buddha,
rolling belly of the world,
your mantra is purr.
--"Cat on a Zafu"
Melissa Studdard 


"Tyrael"
Photo by Geoffrey A. Landis



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The poet doesn't invent. He listens. ~Jean Cocteau