The poems in the book do not ask love to be easy, Keir pointed out, observing, “They let love be honest, messy, radiant, and ...

Uh Oh, Spring Has Sprung! “Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, / The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; / And ‘tis my ...

After a forced confession and a death sentence, a Kurdish poet spent 30 years in jail, where he discovered his voice. His ...

To paraphrase Audre Lorde, we need poetry because there are no new ideas — only new ways of making them felt. "And, boy, do ...

Literature is not a flower / Nor is it a place of amusement / Nor can it be a cheap consolation / Of sugary flattery // The ...