More Grandbaby Stories: The Pressure of Names and Second Chances

I think it’s safe to write that my daughter-in-law is expecting. Anyone who doesn’t already know (or whom she may not wish to know for perfectly reasonable reasons of her own) is probably not a regular reader of this blog. So I can tell you, dear readers, I feel excited about this new family member. … More More Grandbaby Stories: The Pressure of Names and Second Chances

A slice of my day and a Shelley poem about joy that isn’t

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

Grief and Poetry: I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

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.