"No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear."

And Poetry Today enters its second year

Dear Friends,

This post is part meditation on grief, part logistical update on Year 2 of Poetry Today. I think that’s what we call a mixed bag, although seen another way, it’s more like different color threads in the same tapestry.

Last week was a hard one. Period. All weeks are a gift, and this one was cactus-like. As usual when I find myself speechless…