A couple of years ago, I blogged in defense of poetry for National Poetry Month.
In my formative years of college, possibly the first thing I came to recognize that I am is that I am a poet. It is in my bones, and not something I decided or even control.
So for National Poetry Month 2016, I invite you to share the pleasure I did in discovering Lasky’s work, starting with these:
- There Is No Name Yet
- The Wall Hanging I Never Noticed
- Why Poetry Can Be Hard for Most People
- To be the thing