I like Heidi Lynn Staples's quirky poetry and wordplay. She'll title a blog post "maid public" when speaking of getting a mention or creatively scribe a post like "O my bloggerissimo, each sentence writ a cage in which to hide or a draft on which to glide?".
Here's an interview and a poem, the latter being the sort I'd write if I could write poetry:
Reddening Devout of the House
o let's go for our sun say drive,
land wet a honking foil'll gleamingly geese.
you'll thrive on the thrive
wilding an ode. i'll sway to your pleased,
roil down the window to let din the air hive,
the wind singing kin the sheaves.
o hours unsay we're alive;
yet, flare now we're trill flung, full of be leaves –
you sway thru me, derive
mulch perfect there hums. yes, let's conceive
a bay of be. o throes mortis and heat,
true lush here and roaring, we'll cleave
sun to beech copper, arrive
as dei parts, swilling wills of weave.
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