Category: LB’s Non-TV Writing

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘I Live in a Haunted House’

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB: 

I’ve decided to move on from Kid Hollywood and the Navajo Dog to the next, equally unsuccessful book in the series, called, not so oddly, The Return of the Navajo Dog. The picture above is, in fact, that dog, about halfway through the lifetime she spent with me.

We’re in Colorado there, and Dineh – the Navajo name for Navajo, which was the only name Dineh would respond to – had just growled the kind of growl that would terrify any being, alive or dead, sending a poor, out-meaned, full-blooded coyote slinking away from its kill. read article

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘First Snow’

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB: 

It snowed here last week and reminded me of as many different events and ideas and people as there were snowflakes on the ground. I used to love the snow. But last week I just looked at it and wondered, “What if we can’t get the car up the driveway and out to the street? What if we’re snowed in?” But we weren’t snowed in. As another poet once said about a whole ‘nuther subject, “’tis pity….”

First Snow

Standing in the doorway, I watch the snow fall, read article

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘The Witch With The Green Face’

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB: 

Today is my birthday. No, I won’t tell you what one, but if you follow me on Facebook my birthdate is right there. In honor of reaching this particular advanced state, I’ve chosen what probably is the most revealing thing I’ve ever written because, well, isn’t revelation one of the main things poetry is all about?

The Witch With The Green Face

When my daughter was six, read article

Larry Brody’s Poetry: ‘Listen’

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB: 

A short one today. Epiphanies are usually pretty epigrammatic anyway, right? And this is as close as I ever get to an epiphany.

Listen

There’s this voice, see, and it keeps speaking to me, read article

Larry Brody’s Poetry: The Navajo Dog Teaches A Lesson

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB: 

This poem hurts too much for me to read now because, I think, I’ve learned the lesson my friend was trying to teach me. Haven’t fully absorbed it, oh no. But I’ve lived that lesson. And live it still. 

The Navajo Dog Teaches A Lesson

We were in Colorado, the Navajo dog and I. read article