My first class taught by a “real” poet was back in January, 1978, my freshman year at The College of Idaho.  We had a four-week winter...

तीन.  Pronounced tin, the Sanskrit word for three, which in the Devanagari form is ३.  A 3 with a tail. That’s the title of the play I...

I didn’t want this post to be about Heather Heyer in Charlottesville, Virginia, who was murdered today by a white supremacist. I didn’t...

Let me first say how tiresome I find the whole generational divide thing, those reductive divisions about what constitutes a cultural...

Do I judge people and their taste in art? I think so. A professor-colleague may tell me, for instance, how much he values poetry, but I...

As the poet Maggie Smith reminds us, “the world / is at least half terrible.” And to have a blog devoted to happiness and beauty, my...