The babies usually come down the hallway while class is in session. I’ll be here in my corner of the square of hallways that is the English department, reading something aloud to a class full of soon-to-be-graduating seniors, and I’ll hear them squeal and roar out there.
This is a quick note to “misconstrued prophesies” subscribers to let all know that I’m leading a poetry workshop independent of K-12 teaching for the…
An exceptionally warm day in early March brightens the average Hoosier like any bona-fide spiritual experience would. That, or it might help one of us…
something something Jesus something
of a poem from Unacknowledged Legislations
I erase myself
a 3 poem sample
Good Harbor by Max Heinegg
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