Horses at Midnight Without a Moon, by Jack Gilbert

Poems for Stuart, Part 2 Last time I read a poem by Marie Howe called “The Gate.” It’s one of the poems I considered reading for my friend Stuart who was visiting from Australia, and wished to capture a bit of video in which I would read something that spoke to where my life is…

“Pretty” by Stevie Smith, a Poetry Reading

This is a poem written by Stevie Smith, formerly Florance Margaret Smith. A little quirky; perhaps a little creepy; maybe even a little profound, but certainly “Pretty.” Pretty Why is the word pretty so underrated? In November the leaf is pretty when it falls The stream grows deep in the woods after rain And in…