Do Not Go Gentle into That Work-shop

If you search and find a poetry workshop near you, I hope you can go into it, not gently, but with the passion of Dylan Thomas, who wrote for his blind, dying father the poem on which the title of this post is based. And if you think that’s cheesy, well, I hope you’ll forgive…

Fun with Metrics? I Certainly Hope So

Oops! I just noticed as I looked two posts back that I had promised to share the poems we went over at the last Cross Keys Poetry Society gathering, and already the next one is upon us tomorrow night. So I’ll be brief and just share a few notes that I sent out to the…

What Poems to Choose?

I have been preparing all week for the first meeting of the Cross Keys Poetry Society. We’re meeting at the Priestley-Forsyth Memorial Library where I have been working these last few months. It’s the former site of the Cross Keys Inn here in Northumberland, Pennsylvania. You can imagine that I’m both excited and nervous. They’ve…

A Note on the Fridge

Clarice has dined on liver and fava beans and a nice chianti — at 1:10 AM Clarice is our kitten Claire, thus named for the greater part that the allergy medicine Claritin must play in our lives, especially for my son Jon who turned red and blotchy and burst into sneezing minutes after first starting…