Poetry
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Magnetic Fuel
“Writing about writer’s block is better than not writing at all.” — Charles Bukowski (1920-1994), underground writer and poet Continue reading
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Take Me Home
This weekend, Adrienne and I are marking our 15th anniversary, traditionally celebrated with all things crystal. One thing crystal clear to us is how grateful we are for the support of our beloveds, and how each one has welcomed us… Continue reading
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On A Roll
A couple of weeks ago, the head of marketing for my one client called me and asked, “Is this ‘Drive-Thru Creative’?” I laughed. “I’m serious,” she said, “I don’t know anyone who can come up with a creative idea as… Continue reading
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Faces of the Tulips
Good morning, good morning, good morning . . . and HAPPY EASTER! Last November I planted about 50 tulip bulbs in my front garden in honor of my mother and sister, Karen, believing they would never bloom because the ground… Continue reading
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The Cruelest Month — Part Two
Stanley Plumly, a poet who served as the poet laureate of Maryland for nine years, died on April 11 from complications of multiple myeloma. He was 79 years old. According to his obituary in the Washington Post, Plumly’s poetry, “drew… Continue reading
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The Cruelest Month — Part One
“April is the cruelest month,” begins T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Wasteland, regarded as one of the most important poems of the 20th century. That line came to me a couple of times during the past week because of the deaths… Continue reading
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A Hush Now, Linda Gregg
Within four days of each other two of my favorite poets have died: W.S. Merwin on March 15, and Linda Gregg two days ago. Gregg was first introduced to me by my late poet friend, Kathy Mitchell, and yesterday, I… Continue reading
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Thanks, W.S. Merwin
W.S. Merwin, whose poems about the fragility of the natural world and the horrors of the Vietnam War earned him two Pulitzer Prizes and made him one of the preeminent English-language poets of the past five decades, died March 15… Continue reading
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Winter Sleep
Yesterday, much-loved poet Mary Oliver died of lymphoma. She was 83. As NPR posted in its obituary, “Oliver won many awards for her poems, which often explore the link between nature and the spiritual world; she also won a legion… Continue reading
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Aglow 11/17/18
Today, Adrienne and I are celebrating our 14th ANNIVERSARY! To honor the occasion, here’s a charming love poem that was published in the New Yorker’s January 8, 2018 issue: Love Poem Without A Drop of Hyperbole In It by Traci Brimhall I love you like ladybugs… Continue reading
