Two Letters, Two Brothers, Ten Years Apart

At one time I had thought about making a category here called “Letters.” My intention was the sort of free-writing that comes from penning those cathartic letters that you never actually send to anyone, but that are great therapy to write. I also thought I might write some “open letters” to whomever out there, the…

Freaky Bug Incident, a Bauman Boys Adventure

The last few nights I’ve been combing through old files, looking for half-finished poems, and forgotten first drafts. And to my delight I’ve found a few gems to be polished and finished. Some I may send off to who-knows-yet-where and a couple I may share with you. But first I wanted, on this first weekend…

Me on the Radio, and I Needed a Love Song

I had almost forgotten to post about this; I’ll be on the radio tomorrow night, and I have a link for you to listen in. But it’s also day 19 of Poetry Month, and I need to post a recording for it. For an hour after work tonight, I just dully surfed the net, while this…

And Now for Something Completely Different: Milton, the Pussy Cat

Very recently, my husband-to-be (except I haven’t officially proposed yet, which is alright because neither has he, but we both agree on the eventual outcome) has moved into the house, and life here couldn’t be better. Well, since I not too long ago moved down here from the much smaller third floor apartment, there are still walls…

“To Autumn” by John Keats, Read by DJB

You might be interested in seeing this poem by Keats in his original handwriting. I warn you; If you are a nerd like I am you might find yourself overcome with emotion and watery eyes. Click here and then click on the link at the bottom of the page for a photo of the original…