well girl, goodbye . . .
I’ve been beginning my poetry classes by reading the students a poem not on their reading list but rather chosen randomly, even quixotically, by me for sundry reasons. Looking through anthologies in my office this…
View PostI’ve been beginning my poetry classes by reading the students a poem not on their reading list but rather chosen randomly, even quixotically, by me for sundry reasons. Looking through anthologies in my office this…
View PostPhoto: Lisboans visit the two-week Book Festival set up near the Gulbenkian Museum last June. Yesterday afternoon, as a lovely antidote to the first department meeting of this new term, the Poetry Reading Group comprising…
View PostI’ve just finished reading Sadhu Binning’s book of poetry, No More Watnu Dur (watno dur is Punjabi for “far away from the mother land”), written in memory of the Indian passengers (British subjects all) of…
View PostFor weeks and weeks now, I’ve been meaning to begin an occasional Poetry Thursday post, having been inspired by many I saw across the blogosphere over the past year or so. But each week, my…
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