Poetic Reflections: the silent resonance of regret
Another month, another poem. When all is said and done, as I look back on my achievements — and lacks thereof; the list of unfinished goals — this column is one thing I will not regret.
Poetic Reflections: existentialism
Well, what about it? you might ask. I'm getting to that; hang onto your berets! Oh yes, I’m the poet. Hang onto your chins then . . . Philosophically, "Existentialism" relates to free will.
Poetic Reflections: punderances
Like the question about a tree falling in the forest, I wanted to see if I failed to post this monthly column whether it would be missed.
Poetic Reflections: nonsense and stuff
'Tis another month and I must keep the promise to myself of writing a new poem. Why did I get myself into this? I have absolutely no idea what to express.
Poetic Reflections: ode to a poem
No matter what anyone may say, it is our belief that Poetry is not dead. We are a family of poets, and we contend that the world will always need more verse . . .
