Indeed, it seems that one of the hallmarks of a good poem is how true it is.

Magnitude exists in all sorts of endings, but repetition allows us to see that magnitude develop over time.

If a poem presumes to know all the answers to everything in life, it is lying both to itself and to its readers.

Sometimes poetry is about word salad that verges on subvocalization.

… This is, relative to the rest of the poem, a devastating change.

… I find myself almost shouting in my head, “Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! It all comes to nothing!”

… But poetry requires that we stop, that we consider more meanings.

Greetings!

While most of my posts will be about things in poetry — poems I love, why I love them, things that inspire me, etc. — I figured this first post should be a little about who I am and why I’ve created this website.