Now,
It goes without saying
that this means I am a deadly super-spy,
put into sleeper mode, hidden amidst the sublimely mundane
Only faintly conscious of my true importance

“This Is Just To Say” By William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox   and which you were probably saving for breakfast   Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold   This is Just To Say… Under no circumstances eat The plums That are in The […]

“Letter Composed During a Lull in the Fighting,” Kevin C. Powers, 2009 I tell her I love her like not killing    or ten minutes of sleep    beneath the low rooftop wall    on which my rifle rests.      I tell her in a letter that will stink,    when she opens it,    of bolt oil and burned […]

William Carlos Williams is spinning in his grave this week – with joy, that is!  Joy at the lovely extensions of his poem “This Is Just To Say” that you all (Byromaniacs?  Are we going with that? Sure, we’re going with that) came up with.  Whole new levels of imagery and nuance and lots of […]

The other day I did a post based off of William Carlos Williams’ poem “This Is Just To Say.”  I offered a couple parody versions, and we all had a good laugh, and shared and grew closer.  Remember? The thing is, these parody versions are fun and I think everyone should join in.  Don’t worry […]

“This Is Just To Say” By William Carlos Williams I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox   and which you were probably saving for breakfast   Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold   This is Just To Say… Under no circumstances eat The plums That are in The […]