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Final Fig

I burned my candle at both ends
Thinking to get more light —

But drowned its wick in red wine
Then tumbled down a flight. 10 more words


Poetry Picks: Where to Start, and Where to Continue

I have been speaking to a lot of English students about poetry of late, and it seems that they either adore it and cannot get enough, or really don’t know where to start.   155 more words

Being Grateful in a Great Big World

Sometimes it’s not easy to move out of the challenges of life and feel real gratitude. 135 more words

About US

a hidden song

I came across a cassette tape from 1987 last night. On it, I had recorded myself playing the piano.

I used to write songs.

Sometimes, I’ve forgotten. 814 more words


Life After Death: And We All Shine On

“But what a shining animal is man,
Who knows, when pain subsides, that is not that,
For worse than that must follow — yet can write… 340 more words


I Should Wish

“Without music I should wish to die.”

—Edna St. Vincent Millay 18 more words

Housewifey Stuff

All my words small but costly: Emerson, illness, and work

Sometimes there’s a poetry-sized gap in your life. Today I filled it with a vintage stored against future need–Claudia Emerson’s final collection, Impossible Bottle. This was supposed to be one of those golden weeks, too rare even on sabbatical, when I had no big obligations and could just write and revise, but it’s not happening. 962 more words