Want to know about other types of spaces? Of course you don’t. I’m gonna tell you.
What I learned on this year’s Dover was how to sit in the disappointment with friends and then to race around joyfully on borrowed red bicycles.
Not veering off into an oncoming car is just a social contract.
This may be the last post I’ll write from Honduras.
$39 for a month of unlimited classes. Tempting.
I think it would do us all some good to step back from the ever present glow of our TVs, computers, and fluorescent lights, and embrace again the darkness of the night.
Our nation, our culture, our American Empire that we lust after so voraciously does indeed oppress the needy.
My poems in The Open Mic served an analogous purpose: they underscored the prowess of other poets in the group.
We got a dog.