Dan Carpenter
@carpoet.bsky.social
Poetry lover, perpetrator of poems, proud Indiana internal exile
The cat postpones
her predawn patrol
and curls at my feet
because she feels this bed's need
and she knows she is loved
her predawn patrol
and curls at my feet
because she feels this bed's need
and she knows she is loved
October 15, 2025 at 11:39 AM
The cat postpones
her predawn patrol
and curls at my feet
because she feels this bed's need
and she knows she is loved
her predawn patrol
and curls at my feet
because she feels this bed's need
and she knows she is loved
Reposted by Dan Carpenter
How are we to know
what the Higher Power willed
nothing more beautiful
than a calico cat
and the bluejay it killed
what the Higher Power willed
nothing more beautiful
than a calico cat
and the bluejay it killed
October 10, 2025 at 5:59 PM
How are we to know
what the Higher Power willed
nothing more beautiful
than a calico cat
and the bluejay it killed
what the Higher Power willed
nothing more beautiful
than a calico cat
and the bluejay it killed
How are we to know
what the Higher Power willed
nothing more beautiful
than a calico cat
and the bluejay it killed
what the Higher Power willed
nothing more beautiful
than a calico cat
and the bluejay it killed
October 10, 2025 at 5:59 PM
How are we to know
what the Higher Power willed
nothing more beautiful
than a calico cat
and the bluejay it killed
what the Higher Power willed
nothing more beautiful
than a calico cat
and the bluejay it killed
Reposted by Dan Carpenter
Nobel season is always an occasion to take down a book of Borges and read aloud at random, channeling his laughter.
October 9, 2025 at 1:48 AM
Nobel season is always an occasion to take down a book of Borges and read aloud at random, channeling his laughter.
Nobel season is always an occasion to take down a book of Borges and read aloud at random, channeling his laughter.
October 9, 2025 at 1:48 AM
Nobel season is always an occasion to take down a book of Borges and read aloud at random, channeling his laughter.
Don't let yourself get too old to reassess old favorites by old favorites. Sunday Mornin Comin Down, Me and Bobby McGee, Sam Stone and Far From Me, for starters, are awful. There.
October 8, 2025 at 7:55 PM
Don't let yourself get too old to reassess old favorites by old favorites. Sunday Mornin Comin Down, Me and Bobby McGee, Sam Stone and Far From Me, for starters, are awful. There.
Kathy
we're lost
I said
we're lost
I said
October 8, 2025 at 12:49 PM
Kathy
we're lost
I said
we're lost
I said
Haiku Red in Tooth and Claw
No beauty to match
that of this calico cat
-- save the slain bluejay
No beauty to match
that of this calico cat
-- save the slain bluejay
October 6, 2025 at 9:43 PM
Haiku Red in Tooth and Claw
No beauty to match
that of this calico cat
-- save the slain bluejay
No beauty to match
that of this calico cat
-- save the slain bluejay
Roy and the girl I knew ... Could it have been so long ago?
October 2, 2025 at 8:20 PM
Roy and the girl I knew ... Could it have been so long ago?
Linda Gregg in Greece.
September 30, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Linda Gregg in Greece.
". . . and to which
in his delight
he came."
in his delight
he came."
September 29, 2025 at 7:28 PM
". . . and to which
in his delight
he came."
in his delight
he came."
Reposted by Dan Carpenter
We Wish You Well Elsewhere
such gracious rejection notes
from editors of little journals
(even if generic it's a charm)
we should feel for them
they'd love to have subscribers
subscribers!!
and they get all this junk mail
from masses sure they're sending
neat slices of their souls
such gracious rejection notes
from editors of little journals
(even if generic it's a charm)
we should feel for them
they'd love to have subscribers
subscribers!!
and they get all this junk mail
from masses sure they're sending
neat slices of their souls
September 25, 2025 at 7:15 PM
We Wish You Well Elsewhere
such gracious rejection notes
from editors of little journals
(even if generic it's a charm)
we should feel for them
they'd love to have subscribers
subscribers!!
and they get all this junk mail
from masses sure they're sending
neat slices of their souls
such gracious rejection notes
from editors of little journals
(even if generic it's a charm)
we should feel for them
they'd love to have subscribers
subscribers!!
and they get all this junk mail
from masses sure they're sending
neat slices of their souls
We Wish You Well Elsewhere
such gracious rejection notes
from editors of little journals
(even if generic it's a charm)
we should feel for them
they'd love to have subscribers
subscribers!!
and they get all this junk mail
from masses sure they're sending
neat slices of their souls
such gracious rejection notes
from editors of little journals
(even if generic it's a charm)
we should feel for them
they'd love to have subscribers
subscribers!!
and they get all this junk mail
from masses sure they're sending
neat slices of their souls
September 25, 2025 at 7:15 PM
We Wish You Well Elsewhere
such gracious rejection notes
from editors of little journals
(even if generic it's a charm)
we should feel for them
they'd love to have subscribers
subscribers!!
and they get all this junk mail
from masses sure they're sending
neat slices of their souls
such gracious rejection notes
from editors of little journals
(even if generic it's a charm)
we should feel for them
they'd love to have subscribers
subscribers!!
and they get all this junk mail
from masses sure they're sending
neat slices of their souls
"It is well established among us that you may hold up your head in polite society with a public lie in your mouth or other people’s money in your pocket or innocent blood on your hands, but not with dishwater on your hands or mud on your shoes."
Wendell Berry, The Hidden Wound
Wendell Berry, The Hidden Wound
September 25, 2025 at 4:13 AM
"It is well established among us that you may hold up your head in polite society with a public lie in your mouth or other people’s money in your pocket or innocent blood on your hands, but not with dishwater on your hands or mud on your shoes."
Wendell Berry, The Hidden Wound
Wendell Berry, The Hidden Wound
Reposted by Dan Carpenter
Y2K
You'll live to see it they said
yet approaching it young
I saw a mist-masked mountain
a myth, this turn of the century
for I was miles from knowing
how it knew and how it waited
waited as its time became mine
to turn toward me and mine
and ask our blessing
You'll live to see it they said
yet approaching it young
I saw a mist-masked mountain
a myth, this turn of the century
for I was miles from knowing
how it knew and how it waited
waited as its time became mine
to turn toward me and mine
and ask our blessing
September 17, 2025 at 5:32 PM
Y2K
You'll live to see it they said
yet approaching it young
I saw a mist-masked mountain
a myth, this turn of the century
for I was miles from knowing
how it knew and how it waited
waited as its time became mine
to turn toward me and mine
and ask our blessing
You'll live to see it they said
yet approaching it young
I saw a mist-masked mountain
a myth, this turn of the century
for I was miles from knowing
how it knew and how it waited
waited as its time became mine
to turn toward me and mine
and ask our blessing
HAIKU, HERE, HELD
and in the morning
the only trace of their night
was the fixed screen door
and in the morning
the only trace of their night
was the fixed screen door
September 21, 2025 at 12:14 PM
HAIKU, HERE, HELD
and in the morning
the only trace of their night
was the fixed screen door
and in the morning
the only trace of their night
was the fixed screen door
READING ISAIAH
POETRY OF THE BIBLE
WHO CAN DISMISS?
WHO DARES MISUSE?
POETRY OF THE BIBLE
WHO CAN DISMISS?
WHO DARES MISUSE?
September 21, 2025 at 2:11 AM
READING ISAIAH
POETRY OF THE BIBLE
WHO CAN DISMISS?
WHO DARES MISUSE?
POETRY OF THE BIBLE
WHO CAN DISMISS?
WHO DARES MISUSE?
Such beautiful "foreign invaders" I've come to know. May they carry out their Replacement pronto.
September 19, 2025 at 1:07 PM
Such beautiful "foreign invaders" I've come to know. May they carry out their Replacement pronto.