THE STRANGER In memoriam John K. Coleridge, Esq. The lithe blue pellicle-flame fluttering in my stove, the sole unquiet thing in my...

AWARENESS A Pastoral Harvesting corn with my hands, I feel their kernels, ripe with starch while their stalks cry under my hands and the...

The poetry workshop led by Wallis Wilde-Menozzi was inspiring and very relaxed with a language poem by Anne Carson called "Dave's, Lake...

Poets deal with probable impossibilities rather than impossible probabilities.

Amy Lowell, 1874 - 1925 What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that’s...