April Really Isn’t the Cruelest Month
Lilacs in April are mean as hell. Today kicks off National Poetry Month (let’s try to avoid the obvious juxtaposition with April Fool’s Day). Instead let’s discuss – albeit briefly – one of the most...
View ArticleThe Simple Elegance of Japanese Poetry
There’s a strange property about poetry. If you don’t read it regularly, poetry transforms into a foreign language. You can read lines and stanzas that don’t translate at all in your mind. As a...
View ArticleIf You Want Blood…
The bust of Greek hero Diomedes. …”The Iliad” has it. From Robert Fagles superb 1990 translation of the epic poem by Homer (Book 5: Diomedes Fights the Gods): “Shaft poised, he hurled and its long...
View ArticleFirst Snow
As tiny pellets fall like fluffy rain and fill my front yard, I can’t help but feel thankful that winter has finally arrived in New England. Especially after a bizarre start to the winter with a red...
View ArticleDaughters
Hidden behind a pane of smeared glass. Father. In a messy kitchen, gazing out over the brick patio scattered with pine needles and twigs. There behind the white picket fence. Flashes of barefoot...
View ArticleSnow-Flakes on a Cold Winter Morning
It was minus nine degrees when I woke this morning. My street caked with ice and snow after a 24-hour storm dumped more than a foot on Massachusetts. While I brewed a cup of coffee in my kitchen,...
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