Did you know that our beloved Top 10 Columnist Matthew Kreider is in the midst of moving to Canada from the U.S.? Says Matthew, as he juggles the boxes… I dream of a world where artists oversee all matters pertaining to customs and immigration, where only Manchego cheese-eating poets ask me to document the contents […]
The Anthologist: Pluck the Day
I scheduled a date with Paul Chowder on Friday. We were supposed to hang out and talk about Sara Teasdale. He’d been going on about how some poets spend too much time thinking about death, like going to a movie and just waiting for the credits, which my dad taught me are very interesting if you […]
The Anthologist: Conversation in a Laundromat
I moved upstairs to the kitchen to work. I don’t like the kitchen much. It reminds me of all the times I have to cook, and cooking is not something I enjoy. Sometimes when I cook, there’s a fire, and I’m not sure the fire extinguisher was recharged after the last one. It wasn’t my […]
The Peace of Wild Things
Could the subtlety of poetry be enough to startle others into hearing?
Poetry Humor: The Poet—Inspired at Last
What if inspiration struck, and this happened to you? Our poor Poet never seems to find his sweet spot.
Kid in the Candy Shop
Boy, did I find candy poems. I was the kid in the candy shop. I didn’t know what to buy with my nickel. So I spent 25 cents and bought five poems.
Poetry Humor: The Poet—Writing Again
The poet writes again, and the sky’s the limit.
Poetry Humor: The Poet—Local Senior Ladies Club
If you’ve been following our Poet, you know he got his poetic license back, but only on probation. Community service: write for the Local Senior Ladies Club.
Poetry Humor: The Poet—Justice
The Poet enters a plea to get his poetic license back.
Poetry Humor: The Poet—Journalist
In the last edition of the ‘The Poet, ‘ our wordsmith lost his poetic license and turned to journalism. Here he is, on the new job…
Poetry Humor: The Poet—Advantage
What happens when the poet tries to pay his bill with poetic license?
My Last Villanelle
I admire a well-executed villanelle in the same way I admire a Baroque Tromp-l’oeil ceiling