Poetics: rattling the stick inside the swill bucket
Fourth quarter, down by a touchdown, on the two yard line. too tired bodies grunt as they crouch. sweat slicks …
Fourth quarter, down by a touchdown, on the two yard line. too tired bodies grunt as they crouch. sweat slicks …
I once read a story about a poet who, while attending a seminar, excused himself from the morning session, explaining …
School is back in session. It’s been two weeks for us and the year is already flying by. For some …
What more could one person ask than to live so much in 52 years that his accomplishments survive centuries in …
I’m excited about today’s guest– smiles… I met Judith on FB about two weeks ago and immediately fell in love …