A Poet’s “Sense Sublime” – Part III, “Some Tragic Falling Off”
Language is that which gives rise to difference, to the desire for difference, and, at the same time, the desire …
Language is that which gives rise to difference, to the desire for difference, and, at the same time, the desire …
I’ve been thinking a lot about desire and loss lately and remembering a paper I wrote exploring this topic. It …
Meditation at Lagunitas By Robert Hass All the new thinking is about loss. In this it resembles all the old …
That age-old question “who am I?” haunts us from birth. We sense we are more than what we seem to …
I fell in love with Wallace Stevens’ poetry when I first read “The Idea of Order at Key West” in …
One of my poems has been set to music. An amazing composer, Troy Armstrong, emailed me earlier this year and …
These are the last lines of a poem I wrote long ago. The accident of touching is so rare! Sometimes …
I cannot help wondering whether Emily Dickinson, that famous recluse, would not have been an avid blogger if she had …
Unwanted Solicitor, or Failing to see Humanity Behind the Hand by Deborah J. Brasket He stood there, a youth from …
I came across this recently, something I wrote years and years ago. So much has changed since then, but not …