In July of 1841, John Clare got tired of being in the asylum and plotted his escape from High Beach in the Epping Forest. He turned toward the southwest, before …
So about 11 years ago, I randomly picked up a biography of a poet I'd never heard of, decided that it missed the soul of this guy I'd never read …
My morning started with a trip over to Wallingford for waffles at a fellow's house I'd never met, via a new app called Dyne, which pairs up home-cooks with guests. …
Lizard-leg husband exhausted by simple ride— wears tight cranky pants. When I first got to Japan, I thought it might be fun to write a haiku a day. I tried this and failed. …
Think of your life without it. Without that slab of outlaw time punctuating every pillow —without pillows. from Anne Carson's "Ode to Sleep" I didn't have much problem falling asleep despite sleeping in …
A poem by Paul Celan: MIT WECHSELNDEM SCHLÜSSEL Mit wechselndem Schlüssel schließt du das Haus auf, darin der Schnee des Verschwiegenen treibt. Je nach dem Blut, das dir quillt aus Aug oder Mund oder Ohr, wechselt …