Edward Estlin “E. E.” Cummings (October 14, 1894 – September 3, 1962) This is the only poem I remember reading in high school lit class, and it’s because of the penultimate line: …
This summer has been eye opening for me. I’ve experienced grief and love and kindness and longing, the depth of which is magnified by the violence and virus that defines…
Monarch Caterpillar on Milkweed All of us pollinator people have certain signs we look for to assure us it’s finally dirt digging time. I rely on a certain tell…
It’s finally fall here in Indiana. I don’t say finally because I’ve been pining for it, but because we have historically been a four seasons state, with each season announcing…