Paper Is Not Silent:

The  Library of Congress  has announced the 2019-2020 U.S. poet laureate.  Carla Hayden, the Librarian of Congress, announced the appoi...

As I get ready to publish books of poetry this year, I came across this blog entry, and it struck me as profound. I am re-posting it becaus...

Photo credit: Rachel Eliza Griffiths I am borrowing this headline directly from Melville House Publishing Company . Congratulation...

“Getting the news” from poems means reading between the lines and noting every nuance, inflection, and sound. When reading a poem and when...

I was coming home to see you but the burdens of growing a child alone turned me into a blur. You must have remembered my arrival a...

The mirror stares back awaiting my next deception. It knows me, a shammer, better than the angel it doesn’t. Like Kenny Rogers' ...

His nails are yellow and bitten back yellow, unhappiness drooping bitten back, his frightened hunger. She doesn’t like him, and ...

Desperate benches are lined and glued hearts sit in empty river bowels not fed by employment's beggars we sit and pray with hope w...

A tornado is she With varying speed and force The better the gift The faster her speed The more forceful her impact The day s...

They say the holidays are the hardest Solitude is pronounced, shouted No one hears the cry of the lonely Watching families thron...

I talk too much for no cause He writes, “Shush,” With manliness on my lashes Butterflies flutter nonstop My breath evaporates ...