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...
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The Four Zoas of American Poetry
A 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 MoreGynocracy and its Discontents
Every 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 MoreJohn Skelton, 1460-1529
Like 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 MoreThe Cascadilla Poets
Sometime 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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