Poets

The trouble with a good poem is that, at some point, you can’t say what is good about it, I don’t think.  I mean, to switch tracks just a second, the reason I love Those Darlins is because I feel like they love the deep and wide history of American music and dip their legs [...]

Back to the Garden

The Professor called me last night to tell me she was back in town, to share with me some interpersonal drama I’m still laughing about, and to try to get a sense of just how big the crap in my garden is. She has been in my garden.  As you recall, her weeding efforts among [...]