French, or: Arabic

A 'Bref Double' I took French for seven years in school; Now I remember very little of it. As an adult, I studied Arabic - Flushing what remained from my brain. The brain can rust like any other tool; That's something Papa liked to tell me. "Practice if you want something to stick." My seven years… Continue reading French, or: Arabic

Working up a sweat with poetic forms

Experimenting with poetic forms How long does it take you to write a poem that you're truly proud of? For me, it usually takes a fair amount of time; and this has led me to a recent realization that I'd like to share. My friends and readers know that I am constantly experimenting with sundry… Continue reading Working up a sweat with poetic forms