David Reads “The Shape of Mouths at Parties,” by Naomi Shihab Nye

Another long day, and aside from the joy of coming home to my husband (to-be), and the purring ministrations of our cat Milton, a late dinner and a glass of a lovely Argentinian blend (Cab-Malbec-Syrah), it is again poetry that soothes my soul, and calms me down. Like last night’s, this post, and possibly tomorrow’s…

David Reads “Oh No,” by Robert Creeley

It was a rough weekend here at the Bauman Ranch, so I’m going to unwind with a glass of wine and a little irony from our old friend Robert Creeley. Along with a few favorites in my poem-a-day recordings this year, I’m also trying to bring you some poems by poets whose work I have…