
The Cruelest Month — Part Three
As many of you know, I walk daily, always with dog biscuits in my pocket. Over the years, I’ve come … Read More “The Cruelest Month — Part Three”
As many of you know, I walk daily, always with dog biscuits in my pocket. Over the years, I’ve come … Read More “The Cruelest Month — Part Three”
Stanley Plumly, a poet who served as the poet laureate of Maryland for nine years, died on April 11 from … Read More “The Cruelest Month — Part Two”
“April is the cruelest month,” begins T.S. Eliot’s poem, The Wasteland, regarded as one of the most important poems of … Read More “The Cruelest Month — Part One”
“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” — … Read More “Ignite 4/12/19”
THERAPIST: What’s upsetting you? WIFE: He’s always using common phrases incorrectly. HUSBAND: Cry me a table, honey.
“Elephants are useful friends/equipped with handles at both ends.” In the spirit of the poet Ogden Nash, we celebrate all … Read More “Ignite 3/29/19”
Spring’s arrival is enough to get anyone through the bitter winter, right? No more bitterness, right?
Within four days of each other two of my favorite poets have died: W.S. Merwin on March 15, and Linda … Read More “A Hush Now, Linda Gregg”
“In a rich man’s house, there is no place to spit but his face,” believed the Greek philosopher Diogenes. Dear … Read More “Spit in His Face”
W.S. Merwin, whose poems about the fragility of the natural world and the horrors of the Vietnam War earned him … Read More “Thanks, W.S. Merwin”