Emily Dickinson and the Buddha vs. the WWF
When the dream of self dissolves, we awake and see that the true church is wherever we are.
When the dream of self dissolves, we awake and see that the true church is wherever we are.
John Lundberg | Posted 10.15.2008 | Living
Has poetry officially jumped the shark? I came across an NPR story this past week on a composer who set the "found poetry" of Donald Rumsfeld--pulled...
John Lundberg | Posted 04.14.2008 | Living
The decision to designate April National Poetry Month, I'm disappointed to report, had nothing to do with T.S. Eliot deeming it the "cruelest month," ...
Dean Sluyter | Posted 09.05.2009 | Living