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Out of the Wasteland: Spring Unfurling

April arrival-chamrickwriter-pink spring bloom

T.S. Eliot popped into my mind today. After all, April begins. He called it the cruelest month. However, today my thoughts drift to two powerful lines that open Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales. Drink in the wonder. Change does not always necessitate pain—it can be beautiful. Embrace the season. Whan that Aprille […]

shadow of death on a sidewalk (poem)

fallen bearded iris

i took a turn under a luncheon sun for the unfurling of bearded iris flags, billows of color unwound from pencil-thin buds, petal-splashes of purple, violet, blue, and cream that I floated and then puddled into mud on flimsy pages of watercolor pads— in a class of middling women trying […]

Fear Gags a Poet’s Voice

W. D. Snodgrass collected the Pulitzer Prize for his first book of poems, Heart’s Needle, in 1960. However, with early glory came career pressure, ego issues, loss of relationships, and writer’s block.  Nonetheless, he persisted, even when his art fell out of fashion. An interview with the Paris Review offers an intriguing […]