Basement Fragments

It is getting late and I am sitting cross-legged on the couch in my parents’ basement, so no, I cannot see any stars, or even a window. “Guilty of Dust” by Frank Bidart is currently my favorite poem, if favorite…

Why I Am Not a Painter

It is almost mid-April! The feeling is green. But raining. The seeing is grey. I know those shoots near the street will be lilac bushes if they’re not mown down, and in a few years, will have ______-colored flowers (fill…

What Are Blogs?

The Finnish composer Jean Sibelius once watched sixteen swans fly in formation over him. Afterwards, he wrote in his diary, “One of my greatest experiences! Lord God, that beauty! They circled over me for a long time. Disappeared into the…

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