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Shakira – Ciega, Sordomuda


Poem of the Week: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken, BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Source: Poetry Foundation website

Portrait of Adam

Portrait of Adam

At first, it’s just a swirling dust storm
that covers the wall, but there,
in the lower left corner, he stands.
He’s nude, head shaved to bone,
twisted nail veins flow into raised fists.
Between the flap of overhead fans,
the distant sound of pounding on a forge.
A snake with sentry eyes cords
around his neck like a crucifix.
By chance, a ray of light thru the window
lands upon the apple, making its core
glow through the dust.

Copyright Dan Campbell

Avian Mid-life Crisis

Avian Mid-life Crisis 

I don’t need much room to sing
said the bird in search of a cage.
This world is just too large for wings.

I’m tired of flying from Winter to Spring,
who needs this mindless pilgrimage?
I don’t need much room to sing.

And all those hours spent scavenging
for worms are too much in middle-age.
This world is just too large for wings.

Don’t you preach that I’m forfeiting
my bird heritage; I’m sick of your outrage.
I don’t need much room to sing.

I’ve sown my bird seed, had my fling.
Clipped feathers serve as lovely foliage.
This world is just too large for wings.

Behind bars, I can chirp all evening.
A cage is not a prison, but a stage.
I don’t need much room to sing.
This world is just too large for wings.

Copyright Dan Campbell


(This poem is a villanelle. The villanelle has been around for about 300 years, and has origins in Italian and French poetry. It has a complex rhymed pattern, which makes it challenging by rewarding to write. What makes a villanelle unique is the repetition of rhymes, and the order in which they fall. The pattern is five triplets followed by a quatrain, and the first line of the first stanza is repeated in its entirety three more times in the poem, in Line 6, Line 12, and Line 18. The third line of the first stanza is repeated in Line 9, Line 15, and Line 19.)

Fishing for Poems

Fishing For Poems – published in Dark Planet

by Dan Campbell

Photo source: watergremlin.com

I slip into boots at 4:00 a.m.
Throw rotting fish heads onto the paper.
Lay strands of net between the lines.
Slip jagged hooks onto my fingers.
Plunge baited hands into the darkness.
I fish for hours,
Sometimes days.
Sweating ink under the sun.
Hooking words ripped from the heart.
Words with razor fins that burn.
Words that eat their way to my elbow.
Words that end without surrender.

Copyright Dan Campbell

Micro Memoirs – Dan Campbell

Micro Memoirs is a collection of 200+ six word stories that I have written. This is a form of Flash Fiction made popular by SMITH magazine (smithmag.net).  Many thanks to Larry Smith of Smithmag for writing in the Introduction to the book.

The most concise and widely cited example of flash fiction is the story Ernest Hemingway penned, allegedly to settle a bar bet: “For Sale: Baby Shoes. Never Worn.”

I hope you enjoy these short memoirs, most are from the imagination but others reflect daily life in all its pathos and glory. Below are pdfs of the book that can be downloaded at no charge. If you download the book, please leave a review on the Barnes & Nobles page.  A printed copy of the book can also be ordered from Barnes & Nobles.

Samples of my Micro Memoirs:

    • Runaway bus ended my midlife crisis
    • I prefer wearing armor to suits
    • I keep rehearsing my final bow
    • My 72 virgins are octogenarian nuns
    • Glad birds don’t need singing contracts
    • Took Put On Pants off bucketlist
    • Wife’s future tombstone: “I’m with Stupid”
    • Like shooting stars, we blaze briefly
    • My scarecrow finally admitted he’s hay
    • Winter memory, nurse describing the snowfall
    • Wife’s deleting paragraphs from my eulogy
    • Left cocoon, but still no wings
    • My race horse is nicknamed Shortcut

Interview on SMITH Mag – Sept. 2011

Dan Campbell (Banjodan), Member of the Month for September, has emerged as one of SMITH’s funniest and most prolific Six-Word Memoirists —accruing a fan base among the other sixers along the way.

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