Edit: This post is also available as a letter to the editor at Holy City Sinner, and as one of the posts I have shared on Medium. In Latin, they ask “cui bono?” In English, they ask “who benefits?” In American, we respond “follow the money.” I present South Carolina House Bill H.3681. Let’s find… Continue reading H. 3681 is bad for South Carolina
Poets say different things about the month of April. Chaucer says that April has sweet showers. Eliot writes that April is the cruelest month. This year, I think they’re both right.
Calling the Garden from the Grave, Lesley Clinton’s new chapbook (available here from Finishing Line Press, $14.99), is a collection of well-balanced tensions — rooted in place, yet unafraid to travel; modern in tone, yet grounded in tradition. Clinton has crafted these poems with care. The result is a chapbook deserving of careful readers.
This blog post is the “user manual” for the spreadsheet I use every day to boost my productivity and crush my deadlines. I’m giving it away for free.
Brian Fink invited an all-star lineup of poets to end 2020 with a little “poetry salvo.” By a slip of the thumb, he included me on the list. This was my entry. pridie kalends The masses do not mourn the passing year. As if a calendar could circumscribe their suffering, they celebrate and cheer this… Continue reading A Sonnet to Start the Year
This is the hill I choose to die on: English writers should never use the word “utilize.”
Among the pandemic’s many, much more pressing issues, I have struggled with a smaller thing: productivity. How does one produce anything in a pandemic?
An introductory blog post is a strange genre — I have only ever written a few of them and I find them artificial. Nevertheless, here is an attempt: I am J. D. Graham. I write.