Reading Poetry Aloud
The Sonnet: a Deceptively Simple “Little Song”
Learning to Love the Red Pen
Villanelle: The Reaping
Usurped Emotions
Thorn in Ethel’s Side, and Other Forgotten Characters
Scalable Society
If You Would Call Yourself “Poet”âĤ
Gratitude and a List
In the fall, our thoughts turn to gratitude. Itâs harvest time in the temperate and sub-tropical zones, and the fear of starvation if it fails is deeply embedded in our cultural psyche. It is a time to count our blessings and articulate those things for which we are most truly grateful. Everyone has their own list, of course, but I want to tell you about an extraordinary group of people who are very close to the top of mine.
Stupid Games, Stupid Prizes
From the Sky to the Depths
It broke her heart to bits, each time. If she were in charge of all things, the three of them would never have to part. Dylan and Bram, her reasons for being. Dylan lived with Bram most of the year, but he was a young adult who could come and go as he pleased. Dylan knew that he was loved. And he knew he had the best of both their worlds.