I am April’s Fool. Or, “It is not enough that yearly… / April / Comes like an idiot, babbling and strewing flowers.” (From “Spring” by Edna St. Vincent Millay)
It’s starting to feel like every day is losing its magic. That’s why 2020 is the year I’ll write my book of poetry.
April is National Poetry Month. It’s also my birthday month. At the start of this year, I had started planning for this month with excitement about my poetic endeavors. Now that we’re here, there’s less excitement as there is heightened resolve to do this work that I do. As we face a new and complex… Continue reading National Poetry Month