Suburban, with a Halloween-ish Turn This week’s poem is one I usually consider a Springtime poem, given its concern about that suburban blight known as dandelions. But its a bit dark for a Springtime poem, so maybe it’s a better…
So very sorry to hear of the passing of Tony Hoagland, who died from pancreatic cancer this week. NY Times article here. What I love about his work is his insistence on directness and accessibility without giving up anything in…
Can You Stand Another Box of Heads? Did you ever have a parent absolutely, totally, convinced beyond doubt that you were going to grow up and be a doctor? I did. And I blame Barbie for that. We all know…
Enlightenment, Notes, A Box of What? I’ve got a son taking freshman high school history. They’re talking about The Enlightenment, philosophers, the idea of the United States as a grand experiment. Also sugar. How sugar (and desire for sugar) changed…
If a tree falls, do you notice it? Have you been asked, “if a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound?” In a philosophy class, the question elicits consideration of the nature…
