
I first met Langston Hughes in 1990. He’d been dead some twenty-three years by then, and I was a few months shy of my twenty-first birthday. We met almost by accident. It […]
I first met Langston Hughes in 1990. He’d been dead some twenty-three years by then, and I was a few months shy of my twenty-first birthday. We met almost by accident. It […]
I’m ferociously cramming contemporary poetry into my head this semester in an attempt to force-feed my brain. Ostensibly, I’m a poet—but only because I’m taking a graduate-level poetry-writing workshop. I’m trying to […]
“If you can make a woman laugh, you’re seeing the most beautiful thing on God’s earth.” Who said it?
“You will never be alone with a poet in your pocket,” John Adams wrote to his son, John Quincy, in May of 1781. Today, nearly 230 years later, plenty of people are […]