LUCKY

When I was in college, and studying poetry, and writing a lot of my own poetry, I was lucky, because poetry was brought to me, weekly, a curated sampling of the best of the 1900s, brought to me by my teachers and fellow students.

Then I finally graduated that last time… and, for a bit, I sought it out on my own, but then trying to find poetry to discover became something I just didn’t have time for.

One of the most lovely perks of this enterprise is the poems. People just send them to me, their lovely moving poems.

I’ll direct you today to take a look at one of my favorite poets I have been surprised and lucky to encounter through DPP: Buffy Aakaash. Buffy’s poems satisfy my poetry cravings in exactly the correctly poignant way, for lack of a better description.

There’s a few to choose from here.

My Heart Now

Nelson

Grief Moves Slow

And all are accompanied by Buffy’s rich voice reading them to you, so that you can hear the music of the poem in the same way that Buffy does.

If anyone’s making any money of off poetry, I don’t know who it is. But shouldn’t they be?

Thanks for these, Buffy.

OH! And Buffy is also going to be appearing in the Solstice anthology… coming soon, very soon.

In the meantime, you can also check out the prior version of Solstice, and give the ultimate lucky break to a writer, having the work read.

What makes you lucky?