To understand the poet is not the point.

I flew across the Atlantic for the first time in 2000 to run the Dublin Marathon on October 30th.2000.  I went again in 2011 with close friends from Pittsburgh, whom I met on that trip.  It was there, at an American Bar Association conference that a CLE seminar...

After 30 years of writing adorable sentimental poems for sad and happy occasions (or, more often, my desk drawer), my work and I needed a critical audience: an audience with no inhibitions about calling out a bad line-break or an all-too-easy ending.  It was time...