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Blue Notes

From a neighbor’s window, I hear Billy Joel’s carpe diem Only the Good Die Young in which he tries to convince a good Catholic girl

Praise the Poet

A writer without a reader is an empty thing, a thumb without a finger to oppose it, a traveler without a companion. I was appalled by the...

A True Story of How I Almost Became a Rock and Roll God (with special appearance by Iron Butterfly)

So there I was, jumping up and down on a king-sized bed in an expensive hotel in Miami Beach, drinking rum straight from the bottle. And...

Re-reading Christina Rossetti’s ‘In an Artist’s Studio’

In an Artist’s Studio One face looks out from all his canvases, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans: We found her hidden just...

Dogsbody to the Muse

My work in the poetry field the last 40 years has been largely behind the scenes — editing, publishing, promoting, organizing, raising money

An Appreciation of the Poetry of Robert Gibb

Robert Gibb is a poet’s poet. By that phrase I mean that he’s widely admired among poets across the country, but virtually unknown to

The Vagaries of Publishing Poetry on the Internet

Once again, a poet has emailed me, peeved that a poem of hers that appeared in Vox Populi is not anything like the version she sent me....