August 12, 2026
John Mitchell
I can trace my love for reading and writing poetry back to my earliest days listening to my parents read the Psalms to me as a child. And to my parents, I owe a great debt.
August 11, 2026
Poem: The Searchers
August 4, 2026
Poem: Abdullah Ibrahim, Who Mixed Activism And Jazz, Dies at 91
August 1, 2026
Poem: David Plowden, Who Photographed a Disappearing America, Dies at 93
July 31, 2026
Poem: Prayer Walk
July 31, 2026
Poem: Hoyle Schweitzer, 93, Who Took Windsurfing to Masses on Flat and Choppy Water
July 31, 2026
Poem: Alan Greenspan, Fed Chairman Through Prosperity and Crisis, Dies at 100
July 28, 2026
Poem: On the Boulevard by My Restaurant
July 23, 2026
Poem: The Fulcrum
July 21, 2026
Poem: The Blind Date
July 17, 2026
Poem: Her Table
July 14, 2026
Poem: Frank Lloyd Wright
July 12, 2026
Poem: The Slayton Community Band in the Dutch Festival Parade
July 12, 2026
Two More Poems from NYT Obituary
July 10, 2026
Two of Four Poems from NYT Obituaries
July 4, 2026
Poem: A Century
March 26, 2026
Poem: Another Restaurant Interview
March 26, 2026
Poem: Man's Best Friend
March 6, 2026
Poem: Retreating
March 5, 2026
Poem: Patchwork
February 27, 2026
Poem: In South Georgia
February 23, 2026
Poem: Sourdough
February 23, 2026
Poem: Life is Like a Game of Catch
February 17, 2026
Poem: They Look Like Trees, Walking
See Mark 8:24
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February 17, 2026
Poem: Remembering
December 25, 2025
Christmas Poem Published in Solid Food Press
Out In Their Field https://www.solidfoodpress.com/post/out-in-their-field Merry Christmas!
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December 13, 2025
Poem: Manhunt
Manhunt or The Search That Follows -For Charlie You can see them distant stares, half-hearted yawns as each ponders which lead to chase next; how to find who did this. Cigarette smoke floats horizontally across the room around the chin and cheekbones of their unshaven faces.
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December 13, 2025
Poem: Day Labor
Day Labor His mud spattered black jeans hug the shaft of his leather boots as he stands with one hand on his hip one hand on the pump, filling up his two door square body truck, dented and paint scratched from a thousand jobs and the forgotten miles between them. He knocks his boots against steel running boards, red clay falling off in...
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December 3, 2025
Poem: Nursery Stakes
December 3, 2025