In my household, there are two writers, my husband Milton and myself. We both write essays, fiction, and poetry. How do we know when our ideas should manifest in poems rather than fiction or essays?Milton is a Wordsworthian. At the turn of the nineteenth century, William Wordsworth transformed the language of poetry from its more …
Category: Poetry & Prose
Remembrance of Things Imperfect: SUN
We all want to see the Sun. It just fell down in the front yard. I saw it coming down, like an overripe cantaloupe, staining the sky with sticky, succulent golden juices.
A Remembrance of Things Imperfect – SATURN
We all want to see Saturn. It just fell down in the communal vegetable patch.
Remembrance of Things Imperfect JUPITER
We all want to see Jupiter. It just landed in the centre of the town square.
A Remembrance of Things Imperfect – Meteor
It is the beginning of a warm summer night...