Between seasons

I love this time of year. The city still seems to belong to itself. Mornings are still mornings, not a … More

The real new year

I love this time of year. There is a wonderful Anne Lamott line somewhere about the welcome of the cooler … More

As the holiday season continues I repost this list of various found poems that I have made over the … More

And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company The Go-Betweens, Part … More

‘What are you doing?’ says the book. ‘Nothing.’ ‘Doesn’t look like it.’ ‘Listening to the cricket,’ if you must know. … More

To celebrate what I now think of as James Schuyler day, I am reposting June 30, 1974. Happy … More

What I love about James Schuyler is coming across poems I have not found before and finding in them the … More

My James Schuyler obsession continues. (So is my adoration of blogs about pencils, but that is another story.) Below are … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank … More