How To Remain Human A young poet killed himself in Cleveland on November 24, 1968. He did it with a .22 caliber rifle he’d owned since childhood. In the years leading up to his death, the poet often […]
R.I.P. Poetry? Why don’t people read poems anymore?
I ask myself that question almost every day. I like to tell myself the reason is because it’s so difficult to get your hands on poetry books. […]
I've always been suspicious of the birds. Maybe it's because they are always spying on us from above. The ancients understood that the birds were in cahoots with […]