I have a poet friend in North Hollywood named Monty who says he’d kill a small domestic animal if that’s what it took to get
Category: poetry
Madness, Poetry, and Choosing Not to Die
Robert Lowell wrote those two lines in his poem “Night Sweats.” It’s one of my faves (the full poem is below). It’s a love poem,
Our Demons and Our Words
1. Poetry born out of horror has a rough go of it. Some of the things we do to one another are so damaging, it’s
My Pulitzer Prediction
Okay, I’m going out on a limb here, but, I called it once before. I had a chance about ten years back to interview for
“F**k You, Death.”
We’ve been reading about Death in Robert Frost’s and Emily Dickinson’s poems. They’ve both got different voices, and different “angles” on dying. Now we have
Emily’s Fly
We’re reading Emily Dickinson now, some of her greatest hits (she had tons). Emily was a poet from the 19th century, from Massachusetts, who wrote