Homely, lonely night. Venus shines against vacancy.He doesn’t paint the bars that keep him so far from starry night. Transfixed by stars. The tree grows, it is living. It is hopeful.And so is he. Not always so. Seldomly like that-ever.…
We, the silver birch. Villagers say we are The Three Sisters.
I start to think you stink
like Beowulf
I'd always been reluctant to teach online. And then I had to.
Editor of the Hudson Review
I think the joy comes out of my curiosity about the world
When I read, even my own work, I try to follow the line, its rhythms, its sounds, its inner voice
More Than a Handful is about revisiting childhood and seeing things both as a child and as an adult.
It's all how you juggle the chaos,
the strife of a circus life.
Let’s start by asking you to explain what the term “ekphrastic” means to you. Ekphrasis originally had a specific purpose- poetry or literature describing an artwork, to those who couldn’t see it. If there was an artifact or painting, there…
I usually start with a single haunting image written at the top of a page.
Persephone peers out without blinking.