Poem #1 One image that keeps rising in my poetic life, an inspiration, is the porch swing at home. It is the big fat koi in the pond of my imagination. I continue to roll over the image in my poetry. That is part of what a poetic life is, a recursion into the glub-glub-glub-speak…

I asked this question to the Generative Intelligence, Claude:  how does one facilitate a poetic life in oneself and others? One of the answers was to share inspiration and to ponder questions, big and small.  This draft poem is an example of that.  One image that keeps rising in my poetic life, an inspiration, is…