I get some pretty sideways looks when I tell people I'm writing a master's thesis on the poetry of parenthood. Don't get me wrong, occasionally someone thinks that's cool, though most of the time they send me stuff like this strip from Matthew Inman's hilarious webcomic The Oatmeal . Props though to Joan Kane for instead … Continue reading Poetry of Parenthood
Poems for Kent: Q
Sharp enough for whale flesh sharp enough for a shave hand-soap and lather glint of mirror glint of morning light on harpoon head sharp as fear mirror reflecting Queequeg, Ishmael sleeping and through the curtainless window beyond, New Bedford bustling with whalers of the world, ships at port ballasts full of pacific, atlantic and indian … Continue reading Poems for Kent: Q
Two Poets Talking
One of my favorite poets, David Budbill has been dealing with rapidly declining health lately and while the conversations I've had with him over the years have been marked by a striking optimism, the challenges of being a writer who is losing the physical ability to write are becoming too much for even the most … Continue reading Two Poets Talking
