Monthly Archives: June 2018

The garden at its best

The Epiphyllum, an air plant, blooms once a year. The rest of the year it’s dull, flat brownish green. When it blooms, the whole garden glows. One year, while auditing a class on prosody, I wrote a cinquain about it: … Continue reading

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From the wine-red selvage of the west…

This poem by William Carlos Williams is new to me, arriving in my email from the American Academy of Poets. I like it especially because of the last lines, which I might be in myself. And I like this very … Continue reading

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