Damaged Villanelle

To get rid of the sound of his voice
you take off your ears
but then they grow back.

You try a sharper blade,
two hours hunched over the whetstone,
and, rid of the sound of his voice,

for a day you hear
nothing
until they grow back.

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Edward Thomas’ Poetry in The Great War

This post may have gotten away from me, but I really am fascinated and struck by the poetry of World War One poet Edward Thomas. Really, there is so much great poetry from the era, and I may touch on others later, but Edward Thomas, I believe, deserves a special and sustained focus. While conflict…

Journeys with Natasha Trethewey

I sometimes read poetry, but not as often as I probably should.

I once had a professor that, in their parting words, recommended that we try and find 30 or poems and memorize them to heart. Practice them, recite them. Listen to how the language builds upon or destroys itself.

Unfortunately, I haven’t done that. Not yet, anyways.