Book #30 of 2019 was Inheritance: A Memoir of Genealogy, Paternity, and Love, by Dani Shapiro. In her fifties, Shapiro took a DNA test on ...

This poem wasn't open in a tab, so it's sort of cheating on my project, but since I made up the rules myself I guess I can break the...

For National Poetry Month, I've been doing daily posts of tabs I had open on my desktop. Sometimes I save things for a very long time be...

Dani Burtsfield is our host this month for Spiritual Journey First Thursday, and she's asked us to reflect on the topic of Renewal. I be...

My seventh graders are providing our daily poems these days by reciting poems they have memorized. In other years, I've let them choose ...

I don't know much about Tracy K. Smith, the current Poet Laureate of the United States. Before she got her job, I hadn't read any of...

When I started taking stock of my open links, I was sort of embarrassed to realize I had three from Irene Latham's blog, Live Your Poem ...

National Poetry Month is a month-long frenzy of poetry that I enjoy every year, but also I find it exhausting. I read a lot of poetry all ye...

It's National Poetry Month, and that means it's time for the Progressive Poem! This is the eighth year, and I've participated...

In March we entered the season of Lent. Here in Haiti we celebrate Carnival, except not this year; the main state-sponsored festivities were...

Discard Someone discarded this library book Somewhere else. It wasn’t the latest thing. It was old and needed replacing with So...

I got some music for my birthday this year, and I've been listening to it a lot, so from my new albums, here are some song lyrics for to...

Here's what I've been reading lately: Book #17 of 2019 was Ninety-Nine Glimpses of Princess Margaret by Craig Brown. I was curio...

In Haiti we have lots of problems; perhaps you've heard? That's what we're known for. On Wednesday I read an article in a local ...

A friend told me about a dream he had, and gave me his blessing to mine his subconscious for a poem. I write about my own dreams often, but ...

One night I lost my balance and fell down the stairs, landing on my left leg and breaking it badly. That night was more than twenty years ...

This morning we read from the book of Joel, who passed on the message from the Lord to rend our hearts and not our garments. This year as ...

by Alden Nowlan As long as you read this poem I will be writing it. I am writing it here and now before your eyes, although you can...

I ended my January post with a hope that February would be better, and you know what, it really wasn't. We spent eleven days "sh...