One daily poem is accompanied by
a photo of the artist and the
artist’s commentary on the poem.
One other poem directs me to a
biography and a photo and dates
of the poet’s life and commentary
on the poet and other poems by
If I click on the poet’s name of
the third poem, it directs me to
other poems that have appeared
at that site.
Still curious, I copy and paste
poets’ names, hit send and find
myself in internet heaven for
poets — photos, websites, blogs,
tweets, more poems — a veritable
panoply of insight into the lives
of the poets.
So, the next time a poem shows
up in my inbox, I say, “Hi, Jack
or Jill or Jim or Jane, welcome;
what wonderful gift do you have
for me today?”
And it is as if I am entertain-
ing esteemed artists in my house
in the morning, often while I am
still in my underwear.
Being esteemed artists, they,
of course, are fully clothed
while out and about but don’t
seem to mind my informality,
especially not the San Francisco
Beats like Ginsberg or Ferling-
hetti. Jim Harrison doesn’t
really give a rip, either.
I do the same entertaining of
two theologians each morning,
except I’m not sure they are as
comfortable with my attire as
are the poets, being theologians
The freshly brewed, gourmet
blend of coffee I offer seems
to help. I’m told theologians
drink a lot of coffee. Must
help keep them alert while
thinking deep thoughts about
the meaning of existence,
dogma and eternal truth.