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I Know What Poetry Can Do

February 3, 2014

He clutched my hand, and I felt his fingers bucking. They were always in motion, but my father held on as hard as he could.

January 29, 2014

Ah, childhood...you are but a wispy emblem in reality...

January 27, 2014

I write poetry because it’s what I do, just as frogs croak and mathematicians ponder numbers.

January 22, 2014

I've been taking photographs of my son both to celebrate him and to remember the fleeting moments that parenting offers.

January 20, 2014

Growing up Catholic in Buffalo, New York, I'd begin my day with words as ripe with mystery as the Mass itself.

January 15, 2014

Where does that writing drive come from? I’ve always had it, even though I had a happy childhood.

January 13, 2014

According to family mythology, I was a wanted child.