Tag Archives: “National Poetry Month”

Except for the time between Julio’s passing and our adoption of the two felines pictured above, I have never in my life not lived in the presence of at least one cat. (Unless we count my months in college.) Cats … Continue reading →

I’ve never liked the way my speaking voice presents on video, which is why my own explorations into video content don’t tend to be…much. However, I figure I should really work on getting over this, for various reasons. It all … Continue reading →

For today’s selection I turned to Google, and I simply searched “Overalls poetry”. I figured somebody out there has to be waxing poetic about overalls! And I found more poetry so devoted than I expected, to be honest. Some of it … Continue reading →

During most of my college years, the Physics department was run by Dr. Don Roiseland, a guy who was frankly beloved on campus. He was a big, tall goofy guy, bald, with facial features that famously (at least to everyone … Continue reading →

Sheila O’Malley marks the occasion of Billie Holiday’s birth date with a poem by Frank O’Hara, “The Day Lady Died”. Like many of the people Sheila writes about, I know entirely too little about Mr. O’Hara, who was a prominent … Continue reading →

When I was in 7th grade, my English teacher, Mrs. Havers, required us to memorize and recite a poem. That was bad enough. I’ve never really understood the pedagogical value of this exercise, but my teachers were all deeply conservative … Continue reading →

One of the best ways to build a poetry collection is to frequent used-book sales at local libraries. You can almost always find something good at those, and for my money, the real treasure is always the really old stuff, like … Continue reading →

She-Hulk has a joke for you! With apologies to Marvel and John Byrne, I’ve stolen this joke from a postcard that I remember reading about when I was a kid, in, of all places, The Guinness Book of World Records. According to … Continue reading →

An odd road to this one: my last two years of college, I lived in a rented house with a roommate, and thus I was off the campus meal plan as well. This meant cooking. As a college student with … Continue reading →

From a collection of love poetry that I own, an offering by John Donne. “The Good-Morrow”, by John Donne I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then? But sucked … Continue reading →