Monthly Archives: June 2018

Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare

… Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is […]

A Visit to Basil King’s Studio

… June 11 I was visiting Basil and Martha King today and Basil invited me upstairs to see his studio. On entering, I promptly knocked over an empty canvas. “Don’t worry,” Basil said, “I do it all the time.” I was drawn, not only to […]

The Birches read by Robert Frost

… Birches When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy’s been swinging them. But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them Loaded […]

End of June Photos, Thoughts and Capturings

… … The only surviving letter of Willa Cather to Edith Lewis: … Sunday 4:30 P.M. [October 5, 1936] Shattuck Inn, Jaffrey, New Hampshire My Darling Edith; I am sitting in your room, looking out on the woods you know so well. So far everything […]

from Big Blue Box of Poems: Taylor Mead with Ken Angel

… About a month ago Ken Angel handed me a big blue box of poems; this box, it turns out, holds many poets whose work Kenny illuminates and they then usually sign. So, starting off, I open the box and who do I see behind […]