Blowing a Jug is an online archive of weekly poems I have been sending, via email, to a few friends of mine for many months now.
The blog title comes from a line of Frank Stanford’s from an early poem called “The Singing Knives.” Here are the last lines of that poem:
Singing in the outhouse
Like a horse breaking wind
He took the knife and ran it
Across his arm
Then he ran it across mine
Blood come out like hot soda
He tied our arms together
With the blue bandanna
And we laid down in the cotton
I wished I was riding a mule somewhere
Blowing a jug
With a string full of crappie
And the cotton making every day
I’m honoured that you chose my poem ‘House’ to display on your blog, and your comments are quite generous. Great to see anyone with a love of poetry finding new ways to hook peoples’ interest in the craft.
In case you’re interested, I have a new book of poems coming out in April—national poetry month in Canada, appropriately. It’s called ‘Star Seeds’ and you can find details on my website.
Take care.
A lovely poem.