When I was becoming an adolescent, as I felt my body change and get hairier it wasn’t odd to think that I could be a werewolf or a vampire. Saturdays I stayed up late to watch the classic horror movie … Continue reading
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When I was becoming an adolescent, as I felt my body change and get hairier it wasn’t odd to think that I could be a werewolf or a vampire. Saturdays I stayed up late to watch the classic horror movie … Continue reading
“When I think of Skulls….I do not think of someone who is dead,but rather I think of someone who was alive.The Skull representing not death but life.Stacks of skulls, stacks of lives.The grinning Skull smiles at us all.Live now while … Continue reading
Anyone who knows me knows I love the American artist, Charles Burchfield, and one thing I love about him is that even in the sunlight, he will put some gloom, and in that little bit of gloom, there is always … Continue reading
I love reading Basil King’s poetic histories because they connect time and place and people in unexpected ways that I find delightful. In Basil’s new collection, There Are No Ghosts, There Are Portraits, the first piece, “Soutine, Modigliani, Chagall,” makes … Continue reading
In 1981, Helikon Press under the direction of its publisher, William Leo Coakley, published Talbot Road, a poem by Thom Gunn. Recently, Mr. Coakley gave me a copy of this chapbook that is signed by the poet himself. I’ve … Continue reading