Neal
Whitman, US
Heraldic
Headlines
Desert Fish Still
Living on the Brink
Developers Sue over Easement Rule
Doctors Post Prices for the Public
Unpaid Bills Prompts Halt of
Autopsies
Car Stolen Right before Her Eyes
A Drive for Achievement
Growers Grapple with Moth
Student Charged in Hammer Attack
Nation’s Bees Still Missing in Action
FBI Questions Supervisor, Searches
His Office
Pumping Slows to Save Smelt
Whales Take a Breath
District Looking at New Head Man
Medical Marijuana No Longer Approved
Elephants Recognize Others’ Rumbles
Gang Task Force Issues Report
Freeway Fix at Breakneck Speed
Police Raid Meth Lab
Tropical Storm Downgraded to Depression
Mental Health Legislation Debated on
the House Floor
Indians Clash over Caste
Peninsula Senior Center Opens Pottery
Studio
Found: This poem
was formed by pairing actual headlines from the daily
edition of my home newspaper, the Monterey Country
Herald.
Loetter to
the Editor: Poet Friendly Town?
After roenting
for 11 years, the owners are selling. I live with an
oeldoerly poet. There are no available roentals that will
loet me keep him. I thought Carmel was known to be
poet-friendly. Studies show that poets help people live
longer. Please oexcusoe my typing. My typoewritoer refuses
to typoe right.
Concoerned in Carmel
Found: This
prose poem was inspired by an actual letter to the editor in
the free newspaper published on Fridays in Carmel,
California, The Pine Cone. In the actual
letter, a renter had a complaint. I imagined a glitch in his
typewriter that the newspaper editor could not resist
keeping. For readers who have not visited Carmel, it is an
upscale village community. Much of Carmel is "in the dark,"
i.e., these are second homes… very expensive second homes.
We could call this semi-found poem a case of the hiccups.
Poster in
the Window
THE COMMON
READER BOOKSHOP
Established
with one aim!
Build a bridge
between Poetry and Public,
Our specialty is Contemp. Poetry.
No Contempt Poetry allowed.
Open mike every Thursday
@7:10 P.M. sharp.
Except when there is a 5th Thursday.
Found: There
used to be a mail order catalogue, A Common Reader, that was
started in 1986 and went out of business in 2006.
Apparently, there also was a Common Reader Bookshop in New
Salem, Massachusetts, in business from 1977 to 2004. As a
poet, I profess to write for the common reader, as opposed
to one who needs an MFA in poetry to "get" the poem. I took
the name and imagined a poster in the window. With this
poem, I imagine "finding" this poster in a shop window as I
walk down a street in an imaginary town.
