I sometimes lie awake at night cursing the heavens, wishing that God had never forged a love of the written word from the steel of my very soul and instead forged something that would have allowed me to invent Candy Crush.
Your face blooming like a plum or peach tree, your beard a whirligig of roots and leaves. Tendrils blend with venules and pistils, a faint flush with stigma and papules.
Peace is a transition point, because it calls you to action. You climb a mountain to find peace in the view from the top, only to descend and keep walking in order to share that view with others and help them see it too.
This fall, Sounds True is publishing a box set of teaching conversations based on the poems in my book Reduced to Joy. The poems are the teachers and ...
What happens when a group of young men and women -- all award-winning high school poets -- come together to attend the Aspen Ideas Festival? They, more than most, are the young custodians of the language and the creative forces of its future. And the future is bright indeed.
Yes, I'm tired, exhausted and bitter. Can't you tell I'm at the end of my wits? My poor brain is fried and my body hurts. Sleep deprivation is truly the pits.
Art has a way of sneaking up on us, getting under the skin and stripping off the confusion, cowardice and fear that holds us back from our most authentic actions. The artist's approach takes many forms from stealthy to direct.
Therefore, I've decided to focus on the great poets of World War I through an interview with Alfred Corn, a poet equally well-recognized in both America and in the U.K.
Poetry readings are a decidedly mixed bag: they can be interminable snooze-fests, or, like Wednesday night's show by the folks from Poetic People Power, exciting, engaging, and inspirational.
There's only one voice that comes to mind, for me, when the immigration argument devolves into a slurry. For those who have not seen them firsthand beneath the Statue of Liberty, these are the words of Emma Lazarus.
First published in 1982 by Clarke, Narratives: poems in the tradition of black women is a vital part of lesbian-feminist print culture.
What did Yeats love about Sligo? First, having family there - his mother's people, the Pollexfens and Middletons, were of Sligo. Second, the landscape and freedom to range, both physically, and imaginatively, within that landscape.
Each year writers, critics and scholars of "born digital" literature congregate at the Electronic Literature Organization conference.
In our restless, striving American culture, in an age of radical change and redefinition, the very concept of home is under assault. In so many ways, we are spiritually homeless.
For me, the festival also triggered a flood of memories that I thought had been buried with my youth.
Breaking new ground as being the first Broadway musical based on a hip-hop artist's work, Holler is exploring uncharted territory that may set the stage for a new Broadway genre, Hip- Hop Theater.