Quarantine Day 21

Second poem of the month: something light and fun today after 21 days of self-isolation. Hank and Chopper Our house isn’t ours, it’s Chopper’s and Hank’s:One likes to dig and the other one stanks Hank’s a retriever who loves orange toysAnd Chopper gets scared of the tiniest noise. They wrestle ferociously, but with affection(Though Hank…

Poetry in my life: An introduction

When I was in 8th grade I wrote a thousand lines of poetry. All rhyming, all to try and impress a girl (she wasn’t). Most of it was pretty bad, but it helped me cultivate a sense of meter and an appreciation for the well-chosen word and line. I kept writing semi-regularly for a decade…