The Bed
This is the place where she lay her head when she went to bed at night And this is the place our children were conceived candles lit the room brightly at night And this...
Read MoreA causal reader of this blogh might conclude that I am an anti-intellectual when it comes to poetry. While I think any of my poems or prose or these posts would show...
Read MoreEvery now and again an upstart crow breaks free from the ivory tower and lands on the lawns of popular nonfiction. The usual fate for such books is to appear on coffee...
Read MoreLike most people I found my way to John Skelton because of Robert Graves. Because Skelton wore a gown embroidered with the name Calliope and kept a pet sow, and because...
Read MoreSometime in 1999 I joined a writing group that subsequently called itself The Cascadilla Poets. Over the years I’ve been in many informal writing groups and they...
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