National Poetry Month
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Yesterday I worked as an election judge. I was there by 5 am, turnout was light, and the day just dragged. About 12 hours after I had arrived, I looked up to see my husband walking through the doors, and I felt a surge in my chest, like my heart was flipping. He’d received a
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Jessica L. Walsh Today I’m writing about a living poet, Liz O’Connell-Thompson, who happens to be a wonderful person I’ve had the privilege of meeting a few times around Poetryville. The poem is a short one: Hush On nights without sleep,remember rattling down the highwayin the back seat where you learnedthe curves of the way
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Gwendolyn Brooks herself really wished we’d all think about reading her other poems and give this one a minute of rest. But the reason this poem changed me involves multiple layers of experience, so there’s a bit of a different spin here that I hope would give me a pass to bring it up yet
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“Poems that changed me” is a fairly broad and amorphous phrase. And it sounds hopelessly idealistic. I remember on my first day of grad school, my literary theory prof asked each of us why we were there. Everyone had very intellectual, jargon-y answers, and then I said something like “I think literature can tell us
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by Jessica L. Walsh, blog mistress For National Poetry Month, I’m going to share a poem each day that changed me. Personally, this month will be about reflecting and appreciating others’ contributions. This is a love story, plain and simple, between a dame and an art form. A few disclaimers: Selections will not be what
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