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It Even Has an Image File, I Am a Real Blogger [by Lindsay Daigle]
I am not a blogger, I am a poet. This week though, I was both. And it was thrilling—scary and vulnerable, fun and really pleasing. In determining the direction this fifth and final blog…
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Thursday, August 7, 7:30 PM: An Evening of French Poetry and American Port
photo of Frédéric Bouché (r) by Heather Ainsworth Join David Lehman and Frédéric Bouché for a summer evening of: Poetry & Port Thursday, August 7, 2014 7:30-9:00 PM Ports of New York Winery 815…
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“That My Plain Clothes Hid Hooves and Haunches”: The Relation Between Lyric & Narrative [by Lindsay Daigle]
In his poem “Now You’re An Animal,” Mark Doty asks, “What is lyric?” This question remains worthy of asking again and again (—which might be why what follows here is extremely underdeveloped…!). Lyric poetry…
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The List, Seagulls, & Paul Guest Shouting [by Lindsay Daigle]
When I was little, I liked to make lists of things: sports I liked to play, bands/singers I liked to listen to, R.L. Stein books I’ve read and have yet to read. It was…
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Wedding Poems & Piles of Books in the Living Room [by Lindsay Daigle]
When a dear friend asks you to read a poem at her wedding, the “Of course!” response is full of glee and honor, but also pressure and panic – at least, for me. This…
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Who Will Conclude Our Crowd-Sourced Sonnet?
We need line 14. . . Please submit your candidate here The sonnet so far: How like a prison is my cubicle,And yet how far my mind can freely roam:From gaol to Jerusalem, Hell…
