The Magnitude of Being

Life is the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. It strikes me as odd that trillions of molecules, oxygen, hydrogen, carbon, nitrogen, and many others should have an opinion, should develop an attitude, should scratch an itch, should wake up in the morning...

The Punchline

Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you’ve lost the whole thing. T. S. Eliot Words come, an idea, an image, an inspiration. But nothing snaps, nothing crackles, nothing pops. A scene but no story. A story but no...

Thanksgiving Shadows

Refugees from the Old World come to the New.  They have been persecuted. They have forged a brave escape. Children. Women. Men. Months on the winter sea. The North Atlantic. They rejoice, yet are full of dread. Glad to have solid ground beneath their feet, they do not...

Found in Lost

“The poem must resist the intelligence Almost successfully.” Wallace Stevens Man Carrying Thing   As soon as a reader is convinced he or she knows what the poem is ‘about’ he or she should stop reading. The poem will add nothing fresh to the reader’s life. The poem...

The Stranger: An Interpretation

Modern poetry is not a way of delivering a message, it is delivering an experience. If the message was all that mattered, poetry would be unnecessary. There are simpler straightforward ways to deliver a message. Tweets come to mind. Poetry is the attempt to make...