Tonight the dealer is you. Which of these images would you prefer to see as a book cover?
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I forced myself out of the house. I went to the first Friday Art Walk to one building (the Ford Building/Division and 11th) in one block of the city which is teeming with art and poetry. I sculpted a mask-trio wall-hanging. The smell of the wet clay in my hands was so amazing, I didn’t … More A slice of my day and a Shelley poem about joy that isn’t
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned. –Edna St. Vincent Millay I was struck by the recent* school shooting to create an archive of occasional poems because the occasion of unfathomable collective grief is as predictable an event these days as any national holiday. I wanted to write poetry about … More Grief and Poetry: I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Four Days After the Shooting By Mary Anne Mohanraj I dropped off my son at preschool yesterday, drove by a school playground, the children lining up in messy rows. I started to cry, again. Wiped my tears and went on to shop for holiday gifts, spending more, perhaps, on our children than I’d planned. They … More Mary Anne Mohanraj poem: Four Days After the Shooting