poetry

I was in 12th grade English class, breaking down a poem, preparing for the AP English Exam, learning the techniques of the masters and teasing out the ways in…

I sit in a chair in a circle with two dozen other students, a mix of graduate and undergraduate English students, fanned out around Marvin Bell, an acclaimed…

The mind searches, sealed corridors of the future, old traps from the past. I thread a ridgeline of the mind, the finished to one side and the yet-to-happen…