Mar 18, 2026
Who knows why we fall in love with certain poems? We print them out, pin them up on our doors and walls and mirrors, save the tattered books and chapbooks in which they first appeared to us. Is it the language, the subject, a particular phrase, the mysterious way they...
Oct 16, 2025
Today’s joy, of the street music variety. An older woman rhythmically walking a pitbull down a park path this morning, a little strut to it, the dog pulling on the leash, her headphones over stocking cap (for it is October now), singing loudly with an accompanying...
