Poet’s Corner and a Poem for T.S. Eliot

I’ve put a little more work into my bedside Poet’s Corner. I repurposed some typewriter cases to create a small bookcase. Last night I worked through some Seamus Heaney. I read his “Oysters,” and I’m not entirely sure what’s going on there. Greek myths, oysters, and some rude Romans. I liked his use of the…

Panhandle Winter – a poem

This poem recollects one of my favorite memories: a day my girlfriend and I spent at Alligator Point just south of Tallahassee. It was winter. The air was cold and the evening was fast approaching. She was collecting shells on the beach as if discovering new planets. In proper Wordsworthian fashion, this poem was waiting….