It should be of the pleasure of a poem itself to tell how it can. The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom. – Robert Frost Continue reading →
I went to the first of three nights of “conversation” about sonnets at the East Greenbush Library. Sounded like a good time – you may remember that I attempted to do a daily sonnet during last year’s National Poetry Writing … Continue reading →
Un-freakin’-believable. Continue reading →
Before you start asking questions, just let me show you that some things might be a little different…
I did not come home with the hedgehog knitted cap. I know… unbelievable. Continue reading →
We dance round in a ring and suppose,/But the secret sits in the middle, and knows.
