On the day of Christmas Eve, Philip Good gave to me a gift that’s delighted me so much I want to share it with you now, POEM A MONTH, Poems and Art by Philip Good. Enjoy.

On the day of Christmas Eve, Philip Good gave to me a gift that’s delighted me so much I want to share it with you now, POEM A MONTH, Poems and Art by Philip Good. Enjoy.
… … … Repair. Prepare. Take care. Be there. … … … … … Drawings (Season’s Greetings) by Akram.
… At the moment the kitchen is not well-stocked. Among many missing items, there is no flour. I wanted to roast a chicken and make gravy with the drippings. People said, “Why don’t you just go to the store and … Continue reading
… I heard Bertha Rogers read at Zinc Bar on the 19th of November, and it was one of the best readings I’ve been to in a long time, much like the woman herself, down to earth and sublime. She … Continue reading
… I found a photo of Charles Burchfield working in and experiencing the snow. No gloves, no scarf, no ear muffs; he seems oblivious to the cold. Often when I’ve worked in the cold, I’m not cold, especially when cutting … Continue reading
… After my father died, I read Cold River by Joan Larkin, a book about dying, parents and friends with AIDS. I remembered looking up at the stars sleeping in a sleeping bag with my father. I remembered visiting the … Continue reading
… As a kid, when I read books, I skipped around a lot. I’d page through encyclopedias, fairy tales, Bible stories, and choose what caught my eye. I still read books of poetry that way, but with prose I mostly … Continue reading
… I was talking to Joanne Wang the other day and mentioned how much I enjoyed seeing her show last year in October. “That was in August,” she informed me. I wondered about my memory, but I don’t think of … Continue reading
… I heard in September that Robert Hershon and Joan Larkin were going to be reading at Haverford College in November and I immediately knew that I would come down and see them read together. It’s easy enough to get … Continue reading
… I got Mark Statman’s translation of Never Made In America a year ago just as my life became so full of commitments (I began to take care of my ailing old father) that I had no time to sit … Continue reading
… Perhaps some of these paintings are not of the autumn, but the end of summer or the beginning of winter—yet each suggests by its colors the metamorphic season, here arranged chronologically from 1915 – 1965. Enjoy. … … … … Continue reading
… I really wanted to record Bob Holman reading his new chapbook, The Cutouts, at the Bowery Poetry Club on October the 29th because my plan to archive contemporary poets would never be complete without him—and I love chapbooks!—but suddenly … Continue reading