Limitation in Poetry

I always thought a poem was something that came with a specific, repeated rhythm and a rhyming word every other line. At least, this was how “Poetry” was taught in every literature segment I’d ever experienced from kindergarten up through grade school. At that level, poetry was simple, but fun. I remember teachers going over…

In Defense of the Musical

When I was going to school I had a teacher, a realist, by all accounts, who once made the sarcastic quip when the focus of the class suddenly turned to musicals: “Hey, look: someone’s singing, and nobody called the police.” It was funny to those of us in the room. And it was understandable: not…

Why Do I Write?

It’s a simple question with a complex answer. Or, maybe it’s a complex question with a simple answer. Either way, it must be contrary, as worthwhile endeavors tend to be. I’ve been asked this question a couple times before, by a couple different people. And each time it happens, a direct answer slips through my…

Uprooted

A wonderfully dark, but also hopeful story, akin to a modern fairy tale. I’m going to quote NPR on this one and tell you right now: you’re going to want to clear your schedule before you pick it up.