poetry
Lying to the Young is Wrong
In his day, the Soviet poet Yevgeny Yevtushenko' was something of an international rock star whose readings could fill sports…
January, The Election, and A White Cat
Poems by Charles Simic (1938-2023) January Children’s fingerprints On a frozen window Of a small schoolhouse. An empire, I read…
Sail Away – Oceans, Seas, Rivers, and Rainstorms
There's a lovely exhibit currently on show at the Morgan Library. It's the work of artist-illustrator Ashley Bryan (see below…
A Compendium of Delight
Poetry is critical to a complete understanding of the First World War because in the years leading up to and…
A Poetry Game, Players Welcome
Digging in the clutter I came across a literary game I played in the back of a college notebook. (I…
The Consent
I came across "The Consent" when I was exploring Howard Nemerov's life and work for some other posts. It seems…
Simple Pleasures and Stickybeaking
Stickybeak NOUN: an intrusive, meddlesome, busybody, nosy parker who sticks their nose (beak) into other people's business. The act of…
Back-to-School: First Grade
First Grade by Ron Kortgee Until then, every forest had wolves in it, we thought it would be fun to…
Women Artists of WW1: Anna Coleman Ladd
In his series of WW1 epitaphs, Rudyard Kipling comments on the all too common fate of a new soldier at…
The Happiest Day
They say the day you get a boat is the happiest day of your life. That is, until the day…
Crime Past, Crime Present, and Crime Future
Many people know that the poet T. S. Eliot was very fond of cats and indeed created some wonderful cat…
The Seduction of Sir Knack-a-Rib
OuLiPo meets Anapestic Tetrameter and the mad, bad and dangerous to know Bored Lyeron (If you feel you must read…
Daffodils Nodding in the Cheese
Daffodil: good fortune; pleasure; contentment; joy. - from the surrealist dictionary definition generator. Windy today so lots of daffodils nodding…
Wisdom of the Ages
Looks like having government officials who are Ignorant and Stupid is nothing new. Chinese poet Su Tung-Po nailed it centuries…
Show’s over folks. It’s November
November Show's over, folks. And didn't October do A bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated cries Of migrating geese, low-floating coral…