If you read a poem quickly, you miss it. The words may scroll past your eyes, but the meaning is lost. As I look back on my participation in National Poetry Month, this is the lesson I remember most: slow down and pay attention. It’s an apt lesson for a world of 140-character soundbites and […]
Read MoreWe awoke in the frosty stillness of a Colorado morning. Sunrise came early. We tugged on sweatshirts with uncoordinated hands and didn’t stop to brush our teeth. The car was quiet as we drove to the Garden of the Gods, a park on the edge of town. If anyone regretted our plans, they didn’t say. […]
Read MoreI first heard of Maya Angelou in high school. Somehow I got a copy of her autobiography I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. From the first few pages, I was captivated by her use of language. I had never read prose that had the cadence and lyricism of poetry. I ended up choosing a selection from […]
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