"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession." – Robert Graves
Sinking Mountain Be alarmed, My Love! A Mountain has made residence in our kitchen sink. It sprung forth out of our garbage disposal, arms of stone reaching high unto the overarching dripping faucet. Did the drip-drops feed this growing Monster, this festering creature that threatens the faucets ending and our weekly buying of paper plates?…
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Recently while on my University’s campus, I was struck by two images: daffodils bending to a soft, pattering rain and a clock ticking away in the quiet English department student lounge. Now it is not often that I decide to write Haikus. Haiku is not my preferred style of poetry, but there are those moments…
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Yes! My literary friends, I am writing a poetry book, and have been working on this particular collection for over a year now; and I’ve been learning so much as I’ve dove into this arduous and satisfying process. Here are a few things that I’ve been realizing or learning while taking on the challenge of…
Read MoreWilliam Carlos Williams was not a poet by career; he was a poet by night and a physician by day. As a doctor, he labored with humanity in its rawest form. He saw humanity in its most sorrowful moments of death and suffering and in its most joyous moments of birth and healing. This affected…
Read More“Everybody walks past a thousand story [and poem] ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.” – Orson Scott Card Poets get inspiration from all sorts of intricate corners of the world: the rhythmic Boing! of a basketball bouncing on cement; a…
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“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” John Keats I was a weary eight-year-old, bored of the lulling rhythms of my family’s Toyota Previa as it pulled me further northward to Wisconsin. It would be my first trip to my cousin’s new, wintery home. As always, I had packed my journal, and a handful…
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