So, you want to be a writer? — Charles Bukowski (2:26)

it’s worth taking a couple of minutes to listen to this. If not for what Bukowski says about being, or not being, a writer but to hear the timbre of his voice. Continue reading →

For the love of poetry Part 1

Bay of the Frisco seal There were once two poets who met near an English university, in late winter when leaves would soon spring a soft green from crinkled brown as the ground began to thaw. She was an American beauty who wrote like a vixen and he, he was a dreamer who made love like … Continue reading →