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Pennsylvania “Working-class Poets” in World Literature Today
I was talking about social media here yesterday, and when I dragged myself from covers to coffee and consciousness late this morning, I was surprised to see how much that post had been shared and tweeted about in the early hours of this Wednesday. To say more would be to engage in the kind of…
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Literary Connections, Poetweet and Social Media
WordPress is a funny place. Imagine dropping your notebook, and a few words you jotted down suddenly wind up being published online. Or maybe you accidentally turned in your outline on Chaucer, rather than your completed essay, but the professor gave you an A anyway. WordPress is a wonderfully weird place. Last night I accidentally…
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Diary Entry 666 (those aren’t sixes, they are actually upsidedown nines)
Originally posted on The Monkey Prodigy: Marginal Note: This work was originally written by Edgar Allan Poe. It was never published due to the fact that he knew it was terrible. … Stars will not fall Stars will die out I’ll never adjust my eyes to absolute darkness So, baby, light a candle… as I…
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“Amish Fantasy” on Secrets T(OUR) for Halloween
How’s that for an enigmatic title? We can put this under the heading (once I get around to figuring out how to reorganize my “categories”) of Publishing News or Recently Published. Not long ago T/OUR Magazine, subtitled “The Truth About OUR Stories,” solicited entries on the theme “Secrets.” T/OUR is a young literary magazine out of…
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A Thursday Love Poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
This blog seems to get a lot of hits from people googling for “love poems.” Internet searches for love poems in general peak every February because of St. Valentine’s Day, but the Dad Poet gets at least a few searches for them every day. So I have decided to add a new feature, the Thursday…
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How I Learned to Stop Analyzing and Embrace “The Hug,” with Tess Gallagher
I thought of the title “Saved by ‘The Hug,’” but that seemed just a tad too cute. There is something transcendent though in this poem. I wanted to title this post with something about becoming totally engrossed in the unexpected. I thought of the word “surrender,”‘ but there is no war in this poem. I…
