January 25, 2021
Poetry is to language what a fine brandy is to grape juice. It is refined, distilled, and concentrated. It...
January 18, 2021
I love words. Their sounds, their shapes, the way they tango off the tongue and lips. I love the...
January 4, 2021
There once was a man from Nantucket… OK, so that’s the start of an infamous limerick. Not quite poetry...