Feel Free to Read

Painting by Terje Saether Hunger The fox you lug over your shoulder in a dark sack has cut a hole with a knife and escaped. The sudden light...

Audience 1. As I'm writing, I'm always reader conscious. I have one reader in mind, someone who is in the room with me, and who I...

Cliché My life is an open book. It lies here on a glass tabletop, its pages shamelessly exposed, outspread like a bird with hundreds of thin...

The Future When I finally arrive there— and it will take many days and nights— I would like to believe others will be waiting and might even...

The Rival Poet The column of your book titles, always introducing your latest one, looms over me like Roman architecture. It is longer than ...

"Hangover" If I were crowned emperor this morning, every child who is playing Marco Polo in the swimming pool of this motel, shou...

Ode to Billy Collins There are no Poetry books on the Best Seller list. I search the list of twenty fiction books In vain. Sorry, Billy. T...