Monthly Archive: March 2007

I need a place to post made up words. They seem out of place in this format.

MARCH SNOW HULLABALOO* WHY SO QUICK TO CLEAN IT AYUP * * * * * * * * * * * * *The Oxford English Dictionary has this as a native English word, first...

eskimo escapade no one ever did that estonishing

she is so happy lifted on a chorus of balloons she is so happy harbinger of abernathies she is so happy tell me well tomorrow she is so very happy lifted on a chorus...

the back door of relief the deck of equanimity the roof of aloof the sink of basin the rug of rolling over the kitchen of wishes do not underestimate the pluses of poverty

Meanwhile, it’s always someone’s birthday. I would like to race away so far and demand a year in cloister – only one outfit, one bowl, one word – sometimes the complexity of extroversion slays...

Unless you have a failure rate that vastly exceeds your success rate, you’re not really in touch with what you’re doing as a poet. Eavan Boland, quoted by Ellery Akers, in The American Poetry...