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M onday, another of those days allowing time in the afternoon to browse aimlessly in a couple of poetry collections, eye out for a shaping o...

D uring the Reconstruction years following the Civil War, in a building dating from 1832 two New Orleans sisters opened a notions shop at 61...

I dle Sunday, hours of no account, eyes aimed at blue waves and summer, mind seeing another side of the world. Late in the afternoon, the br...

A little over a week ago here in the Scriblets pages was a sort of mini-spotlight on poet Dorianne Laux and her marvelous poem, “Homicide D...

D orianne Laux was born in Augusta, Maine in 1952. Before getting a B.A. in English from Mills College in 1988 she spent time working as a s...

T u esday was a half-day of horrendous traffic across what seemed like most of central Florida, and by the end of it I was ready to swear of...

A few days ago The Writer’s Almanac included a poem by Elliot Fried. It’s one that impressed me, and right from the gate, here it is. ...

T hough she has published three collections of her poems, Nora Pollard has yet to receive the notice she deserves. I look about some in the ...