Of My Mother, and of Life, Thirty Years Later

It’s Mother’s Day, and a young poet friend has been three days without his mother. She died suddenly and unexpectedly in her sleep. What can one say, except, “Friend, you are not alone?” I’m thankful that he has many friends and family to look out for him. Eventually, it is my hope, he will feel…

Happy Birthday, Edna St. Vincent Millay

Isn’t it funny how we write things like that after someone is long gone? I think Vincent (she liked to be called Vincent) would quip that it’s a tad late now for birthday greetings, don’t  you think? Well, it’s a little past midnight now, but that’s not really what I mean. Her birthday is February…

David Reads “The Trees,” by Philip Larkin

Coming in at the end of day 17 in my Poetry Month personal challenge of recording a poem per day this April. If you followed at all last year, you’ll remember the challenge involved all videos on my YouTube channel. This year I’ve modified things a bit because I don’t actually have the three to…

Spring Madness with Miss Emily, Day 16th of Poetry Month

Emily’s birthday is actually in December, but considering the talk of madness I just couldn’t resist the image with the little hat. I pilfered it from the Arts Hound announcement of her annual celebration in Houston four months ago. You can find the original image by clicking here.  We’ve talked about Emily in the past,…

Day 20 on the way!

Well, okay, you have a point; day 20 is already here, but my poetry reading for day 20 is on the way. I’m recording it in four segments, and only have one more to do, but it will have to wait until this evening. As usual, I am off to work. I’ve been working on…

A Musical Interlude

And now for something completely different. I’ve been doing a lot of writing about Biblical interpretation for my coming posts on the Bible vrs. Homosexuality topic. Time for a musical break. Loreena McKennitt has me longing for Spring. Enjoy! When in the springtime of the year When the trees are crowned with leaves When the…