To speak of Woe that is in Marriage by Robert Lowell – and a question


“It is the future generation that presses into being by means of these exuberant feelings and supersensible soap bubbles of ours.” —Schopenhauer The hot night makes us keep our bedroom windows open. Our magnolia blossoms. Life begins to happen. My hopped up husband drops his home disputes, and hits the streets to cruise for prostitutes, … Continue reading To speak of Woe that is in Marriage by Robert Lowell – and a question

April is Poetry Month || Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden & Faterhood


I have a very unique relationship with my pops, I think we are both insane and should live on islands by ourselves. But this poem brought me back to some fond memories.   Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden Sundays too my father got up earlyand put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,then with … Continue reading April is Poetry Month || Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden & Faterhood