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Little Rooms, by William Stafford
I was a young man away in the great flat state of Indiana, missing my home in the forested Pennsylvania hills and ridges, feeling alone without my new wife those first three months beginning my seminary studies, when I first encountered the poetry of that wise old sage William Stafford. Yes, I did say seminary…
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Poetry That Kicks Ass
You don’t hear people talking like that about poetry, do you? “Did you see the Eagles game last night? Man, they kicked ass!” Poetry that kicks ass. Yeah, seems I only ever hear poets talk that way. There was a great article on the Onion last September. It’s funny, but also sadly illustrative of the state…
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Just this once, in Memory of Madonna
First I should say that I don’t do reviews of albums here, and if I did. I would review albums I like. After all this blog is supposed to be about the things that bring me joy. But sometimes we need to see the dark to remember what light is. Well, I doubt that, but…
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“Atavism,” a Poem by William Stafford, read by DJB
I don’t know why this didn’t work the first time. I can only say that the Droid has its issues, or the app for WordPress has its issues, probably both. In either case, I have tried multiple times to do postings from my phone, and it just never works right. So here it is again.…
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Can I Turn On the Radio, by Earl Pickens
I’m off to spend a belated fathers day with my boys, so here is a quick musical uplift for this Sunday from a local favorite of mine. If you ever get to see Earl in concert you’ll be in for a treat. It’s like he’s doing a fun little gig for a few close friends.…
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Music Rolls on: Wagon Wheel Cover, by Ashes for Trees
Wow, what a week it’s been! Sorry, that was supposed to be a musical week on the blog, but things got away from me. I filled out applications and got a new job, quit the old one; I decided I couldn’t finish my degree and make my dreams come true while breaking my back making…
