American reporter James Foley, who was killed in Syria in August, was -- and is -- a brother to me. As courageous as Jim was, however, I don't think that it was danger or violence that drew him to this harrowing work. Rather, it was peoples' stories
I write this blog to encourage discussion among poets regarding poetry awards. To do this, I will begin with showing some figures on the awards, along with some observations. Finally, I'll end by posing 10 questions.
There is deep grief when a cultural touchstone such as Maya Angelou passes on, but her death is not an ending. It is an invitation for us to embody the possibility of love, peace, and inspiration within.
I remember the day Maya Angelou came into my life. I was a high school student at a boarding school in a rural area of Mississippi. The words of such a great and prolific writer literally came off the pages at me.
You see, in our home Maya is a grandmother. And today that is what my soul feels it has lost. Mother Maya taught me that no matter my scars, I matter. More than that, I have a story(ies) to tell, which I am meant to tell. As one of my life teachers she taught me much about the subject.
Ever since Beowulf, poetry has been critical to the development of the English language. We are now seeing a form of literary expression disappear without any discussion of whether it has a role to play in modern education.