This is the newest draft of a poem I've covered in a couple of posts now: What I've done in this draft, you'll probably notice immediately, is pare down the entire expression into three stanzas, from the last draft's seven. The idea behind this draft was to restructure it behind a specific hospital, Seton. I... Continue Reading →
Keaton Henson and the Art of Authenticity
A friend of mine recently gave me Keaton Henson's collection of poems, Idiot Verse, as a gift. I had to fight my way through to finish it in the last couple days, and have been struggling to find the appeal. No, I know the appeal. I'm struggling to find a way to describe it. Henson... Continue Reading →