Synesthesia: A Poem
I like numbers like four, Blue like a sea of jeans, And 9, bright orange just like the fresh fruit. Zero’s white disappears On my...
Waiting
I often find myself Waiting. To lose something, Or someone For disaster to strike --The irreversible For the world to stop...
Criticism/Analysis of Kenyon's Poem
Who is Jane Kenyon? New Hampshire's poet laureate at the time of her untimely death at age forty-seven, Jane Kenyon was noted for verse...
An Organic Reading of "Otherwise"
The poem pulls me in two directions. The first is a depressingly realistic outlook on life, but the second opens my eyes to a positive...