I’ve never been much of a poet. Whenever the semi-annual poetry unit rolled around in English I would roll my eyes, pulled out the rhyming…
I sat on the edge of the bed. When he leaned over to kiss me goodbye I twisted my hands into the sheets to keep…
L’infinito This solitary hill has always been dear to me And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of The endless horizon. But when…
“Grammar is a piano I play by ear. All I know about grammar is its power.” – Joan Didion I’m pretty awesome at a fair…
“I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for religion – I have shuddered at it. I shudder no more – I could be…
For my high school graduation my advisor gave me a poem in a picture frame. It has travelled with me from Connecticut, to Portland, to…