… May 29 At the gym something a little strange just happened. I was doing some bicep work and looked up to see a t-shirt with an adorable white bunny on it gnawing on a skull and making a sound … Continue reading

… May 29 At the gym something a little strange just happened. I was doing some bicep work and looked up to see a t-shirt with an adorable white bunny on it gnawing on a skull and making a sound … Continue reading
… A noiseless patient spider, I mark’d where on a little promontory it stood isolated, Mark’d how to explore the vacant vast surrounding, It launch’d forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself, Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And … Continue reading
… For years Ken Angel Davis has been documenting poets’ work by adding some color of his own. I want to begin showcasing some of this work on my blog for everyone to enjoy. Kenny said I could! … … … Continue reading
… The recipe: … I pickle jalapeños with some carrots and celery. It’s called escabeche. I boil them in vinegar and water for about ten minutes, long enough for the shiny chiles to grow dull. I use a lot of … Continue reading
… There is the expression “new wine in old bottles,” the container from the past, but what you drink and enjoy very much the present, what things are like today. I thought of that listening to Thomas March read from … Continue reading
… I enjoyed HEADLINE NEWS the moment I opened it, a great find—actually it was given to me so I should say a great gift—an instantaneous read full of surprises and fun, each poem with a real headline, a fact, … Continue reading
… Mid-April at KGB I heard Sarah Rose Nordgren read from her new book, Darwin’s Mother, wonderful poems of structure and sound that are not always comfortable to listen to because something is alive and waiting on the page, words … Continue reading
… From a Caedmon recording Dylan Thomas reads Fern Hill, his poem of green and golden childhood. Enjoy. … … … … …Fern Hill … … …