Except for one or two thoughts about the status of submissions, have I thought about poetry at all? No, damn it!

It is hard to smile today and my face feels as veiled and dark as the sky.

We are on Season 5. Maybe when we’re done I’ll start writing poetry again!

A few years ago I moved to what seemed to be a nice apartment, in an odd, nonresidential, part of town, in an old triangular building that stood on a corner all by itself. As it turned out it was an awful place to live. The building was too small and the apartments were too close together. The least bit of noise carried through the whole building. My apartment was on the second of three floors so I got noise both from above and below. About...

I want to talk about a book of poetry, “Seasons in Love”, by Dave Malone.

I like to consider myself on the cutting edge of hating e-books; most people take pride in what they liked before it was popular, but I was one of the first to dislike something. I remember reading an article about the Kindle in a doctor’s office magazine (Time or something like that) before it even premiered and instantly thinking, “I have found my arch nemesis.” I complained about them ever since that day. In my junior year of...

I seem to be going through a phase I can only describe as “Southern”.

Now that the presidential debates are over, I can finally check Facebook again. Well, not really, since no one ever really stops checking Facebook, but at least now I can stop rolling my eyes with every other status update. It’s not that they’re all bad—I never would have learned about the “binders full of women” gaffe or last night’s crack about bayonets without someone’s snarky post—but, in politics, good intentions...

It’s almost November and you know what that means. Besides everything else in our busy lives, Thanksgiving will be here before we know it.

If Woolf points, in “Walter Sickert” (1934), to the reciprocal stewardship of persons and things, adumbrating how the one can only be the custodian of the other, what manner of seeing structures the import of custodial care? We are meant, I think, to interpret care not in the penitentiary sense, not as though the two categories were locked in a mutual keeping founded on the compulsion to...