“What does it mean?” is entirely the wrong question to ask of poem. It would be just as silly to ask of a grapefruit, “What do you plan to study in college?” Grapefruits don’t go to college; poems are not written to mean something. This is a particular peeve of mine. Poetry serves a myriad […]
If the soul has a smell, it is the smell of old books, and possibly wheat bread. The Divine Comedy of Dante offers me its soul smell this morning. I have been remiss, I realize, in not sharing much poetry during April—the National Month of Poetry! I turned to the Purgatorio, level: Gluttony, to find […]
Because I go to Calvary Episcopal Church where the summer and fall are spent cutting dates for the church’s “World Famous Fruitcake!” I was understandably averse to touching another date for today’s slated bread recipe: Date-nut bread. Plus, we don’t have any dates in the house and when I read the date pitting/boiling protocol, what […]