4.21.2024

poetry is eternal graffiti written in the heart of everyone

    Blogger was down for most of the day yesterday, so there's nothing prepared for today's "normal" post. I hope that doesn't come as a shock—that I'm not awake every morning before 6:00 to post a poem, and again scrambling something out before 8:00. Pre-posting makes blogging possible.
    So, in the absence of time and content, here's another perspective on poetry for this blustery, cold National Poetry Month.
[the title quotation is by Lawrence Ferlinghetti]

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