Every time I open that last book of his, he tells me that before I go any further, I must…
A Rant on Poetry
I’ll never forget the smug cynicism I felt last spring when my professor handed us Ezra Pound’s poem “Papyrus.” The…
A Lyrical Life
I’ve never been able to understand why my dad listens to oldies. To me, they all sound like the same…
I Am (Not) My Writing
I am my writing. I have been told this is a lie, yet every tap on the keyboard feels like a…
Hope Unyielding 