Wednesday, March 14, 2012


‎"I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier." ~ Howard Nemerov

The poet Nemerov would walk the streets
And speak to friends in phrases of five beats.
I wonder, Did he do this all the time?
And did his dialogic verses rhyme?

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

The woman from college

I miss her toes.  A definite revelation of the glory of God.

And it has been more than twenty years.

(Addendum/postscript, 11 am:  I miss everything else about her, I should say.  Her illimitably profound eyes, her divinely sweet voice, her unfailingly kind heart, her supremely luminous soul.  But as I was writing earlier this morning, I was especially missing her toes.)

Monday, March 12, 2012

Contributor's note

T----- D-------- was graduated from the Boston Latin School in 1987. Since then, he has consumed countless slices of pizza, en route to becoming the man of Chestertonian girth that he is today. In the early 1990s, he published some Ashberyan verse in a magazine called Mudfish. From May 2003 to September 2006, he wrote absolutely nothing. Currently, he considers himself "pro-life, pro-peace, and pro-ravioli except when they're stuffed with pumpkin."

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Yea Though I Walk, modernized

Courtesy of my girl D:

"O, I'm walking through icky stuff and I think God is close-by."