National Poetry Month

I’m testing today to see if anyone is paying attention. Writing about my undergraduate English professor on Monday got me thinking about my college days. I was lucky enough to…

Everything important I know about poetry and writing and literature came from Millsaps College, and mostly from Greg Miller. There is really no better place on earth to learn about…

Another angry woman poem from my college days. But still delicious. I read a biography of Millay a view years ago that was fascinating in the level of complete and…

Trees are the primary reason I woke up this morning unable to breath out of one nostril. Trees are making my eyes itch so badly it takes all my willpower…

Tonight, an original. Put this poem in your pocket! A poem for Madison on a late night before a storm To the people sitting on the step outside Boonie’s At…

Today, if I say any more, I will say too much. So here’s a Rumi poem a friend sent me when I told her about the poem in a pocket…

Yes, I missed yesterday. I hope I can be forgiven. I had six hours worth of final oral exams to give, and this quickly turns your brain to mush. Then,…

Did you know that you can sing most Emily Dickinson poem’s to the tune of The Yellow Rose of Texas? It’s true. Give it a try with the poem below….

Here is what I have not been doing for the past couple of weeks: obsessively checking the statistics for my blog on Google Analytics. This is more life-changing than you…