Poetry on the Podium Should writing poems be an Olympic event?
— K. Stevenson
I’m glad you asked that. I’ve been thinking of something similar for a long time. I don’t think that poetry should be an […]
Served Cold Imagine yourself as a child, frolicking through your parents’ back yard and digging up worms. Your mother calls you in from the kitchen for dinner and you bound in through the back door, […]
Old Man in Winter
It is a time of dreariness and decay. I'm speaking of winter, of course. I always think, when thinking of winter, of the opening lines of Richard III. Richard, the king-to-be, is musing […]