There are a lot of things I love in life: coffee, croissants and a real newspaper in the morning; slipping between the closing doors of a departing subway train; Annie Hall. But few things top the feeling of publishing a new poem.
I’m taking an excellent class at Poets House right now, led by the inimitable Dr. Emily Moore. We’re all teachers in there and are exploring poetry in its many forms and guises with an eye to the classroom. I’m loving the many exercises and the chance to think as a teacher by first working like a student, going through my sonnet and enjambment paces.