
The Beauty and Poetry of Exactitude
Indeed, it seems that one of the hallmarks of a good poem is how true it is.

Saturday Afternoon: A Meditation on Repetition, Pt. V
Magnitude exists in all sorts of endings, but repetition allows us to see that magnitude develop over time.

Tuesday Night Notions: A Meditation on Repetition, Pt. IV
If a poem presumes to know all the answers to everything in life, it is lying both to itself and to its readers.

Saturday Evening Suppositions: A Meditation on Repetition, Pt. III
Sometimes poetry is about word salad that verges on subvocalization.

Tuesday Evening Inklings: A Meditation on Repetition, Pt. II
… This is, relative to the rest of the poem, a devastating change.

Friday Morning Mumblings: A Meditation on Repetition, Pt. I
… I find myself almost shouting in my head, “Nothing! Nothing! Nothing! It all comes to nothing!”

Sunday Afternoon Thoughts: Poetry and Naturalness
… But poetry requires that we stop, that we consider more meanings.

A Bit About Me
Greetings!
While most of my posts will be about things in poetry — poems I love, why I love them, things that inspire me, etc. — I figured this first post should be a little about who I am and why I’ve created this website.