Monday Poem

A Cedary Fragrance Even now, decades after, I wash my face with cold water – Not for discipline, nor memory, nor the icy, awakening...

To Be Alive To be alive: not just the carcass But the spark. That's crudely put, but… If we're not supposed to dance, Why al...

Winning There is having by having and having by remembering. All of it a glory, but what is past is the treasure. What remains. What...

Sam is having computer trouble this week. So in the meantime,  here is a film of the Poetry Jam at the White House, on May 11, introduced by...