April is known for being rainy. But that just means more time to read books...
At the latest meeting of the Nightlighter's book club we read Mary Oliver’s book of poetry Why I Wake Early. It got mixed reviews...
It's the end of April, which means it's also the last day of National Poetry Month. To say goodbye to this month and what also feels like goodbye to spring, I've chosen one last poem from one of my favorite young poets Emma Flood, an ethereal wanderlust of words for those who seek to dream.
Like that orange cat Garfield, most people with traditional "9 to 5" jobs don't love Mondays. So to brighten up my Monday, and hopefully someone else's...
There is something about spring that just feels like poetry. Maybe that's why April was chosen for National Poetry Month. Yet, I'm struggling to really appreciate the beauty of this season...Apparently only Wordsworth can tell me why.
Yes, it's April 1, which means it's April Fool's Day. Boring! One day to play jokes on each other? No thanks. I'm more interested in the fact that this marks day 1 of National Poetry Month. Here's how to celebrate. Plus a poem by a wonderful young poet to start the month off right.
