I am grateful to start the New Year off with seven new poems in A Dozen Nothing. Shout out to my friend and past contributor, J.W. Marshall, for introducing …
Last weekend, we went out to the Ellensburg Poetry Prowl to support our poets, Melinda Mueller & Maya Jewell Zeller, and to check out the scene. I had been very …
This afternoon, I went to the press check for my first book as the designer, the author, and the publisher! Six weeks ago, I was working away on my Clare …
We went to Westminster Abbey today to see Poet's corner. At ~$25 to get in, I am too churched out and decided I'd just have to skip looking at Clare's …
Clare took four trips to London. The first as a literary sensation paraded about by his publisher, John Taylor. He was completely unprepared for London salons, snickered at for his …
A final walk in "Clare Country." In 1832, the major poets of Clare's generation were dead. Byron to a fever, Shelley drowned, and Keats of tuberculous. Clare was broke, usually sick, …
As I arrived back in Peterborough for my last day of Clare explorations, there was a disco version of "Life in a Northern Town" playing in the mall, which is …
Here's a little story on the 1%. Today we strolled the grounds of Burghley House, home of the Marquess of Exeter, still privately held and considered the finest house of …
Unlike me, John Clare was an accomplished fiddler. He traveled to neighboring villages to play dances. He also collected regional songs as Burns did. It's something of his I've never seen. …
One of Clare's happiest times in life was the year he spent working as a pot boy at the pub next to his cottage. He was slight and often ill, …
At the end of the second day of his escape from the High Beach asylum, John Clare came to split in the road and turned back in the near darkness …
