Michael Allyn Wells

birth transformative thoughts to ink ink to page page after page after page pressed bound catalogued 2011 © Michael A. Wells ...

It's that time again.  Time to head to the confessional...   Dear Reader~  It's been one week since my last confession. One week mor...

 A strange alchemy happens when the poem is read aloud that allows the writer to perceive it more purely, with more distance.  ~ Beth Ann F...

Where do the winds of Assisi that sweep birds aloft, dash butterflies gently off course originate? Winds that kissed the bearded face of...

Tuesday brings me to the confessional once again. Dear Reader: It's been one  office baseball day  and another official work sanctio...

The hungry baby pictured to the right is a baby robin nesting upon the light fixture between our two garage doors. I've been watching th...

In case you missed it last month - or just want to take it in again, tomorrow is First Friday in the crossroads art district and Jennifer Ri...

He reproduced himself with so much humble objectivity, with the unquestioning, matter of fact interest of a dog who sees himself in a mirro...

It’s been one office move (my wife’s), lots of road construction and an end to National Poetry Month since my last confession. Dear Reade...

Mountains I remember. The rocky earth not that distant from our splintered cabin but there is a dearth of mother in my memories. I&...

It has occurred to me that I have a growing number of early drafts in journal and saved in various places that I need to get organized bette...

This week I've continued to be in communication with my dead poet mentor. Our communication has taken on several forms. The most common ...

If I may deviate from poetry for a moment... my apology to readers but it seems we in this country have deviated from very pressing matters ...

It's Tuesday again and I find myself at the virtual confessional. Dear Reader- It's been one mowed lawn and lots of rain since m...

“I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. Lie still with me and watch. We laugh and we touch. I promise you love. Time will...

A Gemini sunrise medium, split open— the morning bread was broken the day began     2011 © Michael A. Wells   Magpie Tales 62

A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It's a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the...

"Here in the United States, we speak with reverence of authentic experience. We write poems about our daddies taking us fishing and bre...

As I have mentioned before, while mentoring under another poet it was recommended to me that I select a dead poet mentor ; a concept that se...

Dear Reader- It's been 6 says since my "late" non-confession confession.  In the past week it has occurred to me that I...

I did a bit of a makeover on Stickpoet this weekend... I'm contemplating a few other changes but they should be minimal. I hope the back...

It's always exciting to have one of your pieces of work appear in a venue that you've never apeared in before.  It's double exci...

A Thanks to Terresa Wellborn at The Chocolate Chip Waffle for featuring me today as her visiting poet . Terresa will actually be feature...

"Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone." ~ Anne Sexton What Would Anne Do?  -  Starting this weekend I will be...

I was struck today by the realization that I missed Confession Tuesday.  Not struck by  the realization - like oh yeah... I meant to do that...

Tell me again why they don't just know to show up?

With Barry aboard, I set out for the track this morning.  The weather was springlike and forecasts for a high in the 90's today are cert...

Guess What:   I have real doubts that Trump's hair is his birth hair.

A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else.  A poem points to nothing but itself. - E. M. Forster

Dear Reader: It’s been one 90 degree day, one fabulous First Friday Art exhibit, one front lawn mowed (already) and gas over three and a hal...

When I left work on Friday I was greeted by a picture perfect spring afternoon. The clouds were large and surreal in the blight blue sky - a...

Abstract artist JENNIFER RIVERA will be showing work starting at tonight's opening at the Apex Art Space 1819 Wyandotte - Kansas City, ...

One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken. ~ Leo Tolstoy

I confess that I missed Confession Tuesday as I was doing Taxes.

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the ...

Sunday 2-13-11:   Reasing in Ariel's Gift there were a couple of things [that] caught my attention. One is the difference between the or...

Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced. ~ Leo Tolstoy

There were several things that I had running through my mind today that I thought when I finally got to this page I might write about but al...

I have a poem published in the new edition of RIGHT HAND POINTING   Issue 40 "Harsh Mathmatics" The Accountant

Dear Reader: It’s been one perigee full moon, one King’s Speech, countless puppy potty training trips to the yard, too much news on the T...

Last night hanging over our roof line and framed by wispy leafless branches I observed the perigee full Moon.  I also saw The Kings Speech ....

"When the writer knows pretty well that only very few volumes of his edition will be bought... he obtains a great freedom in his creati...

A word after a word after a word is power. ~ Margaret Atwood

Our Story I love the sea and fear it; the way it crashes the shoreline. I love life with all the misfortune because hope is a buoy I c...

"Ireland is rich in literature that understands a soul's yearnings, and dancing that understands a happy heart."~~By Margaret ...

I actually don’t disapprove of them, but I do predict that they will only ever occupy a small percentage of the market, in the same way that...

"The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.&quo...

Tuesday appears to have arrived on schedule. Okay, it actually came an hour earlier then last week (yes that is bitterness in my voice) but ...

Kelli Russell Agodon & Susan Rich are among the finalists for the ForeWord 2010 Book of the Year Award for the category of poetry.  H...

Snow fell last night and yet birds sang prolifically as though they were on an episode of Wild Kingdom . I wasn't a big accumulation but...