April is the month of crocuses, light jackets after an endless season of heavy coats, and poetry.
Poetry and I have a complicated relationship. It used to be my Thing, a long time ago.
Poetry is a reminder of paths I didn’t take, paths I only half-took, paths I could still take someday.
Poetry is a reminder that the internet, for all the good it brings (and it brings so much), changes my brain in ways that make it harder to connect with something deep in my core. With the silence that I need to move beyond prose.
Sometimes, in an ironic twist, the internet even brings poetry.
And so, I present a few of my favorite poems that I’ve come across recently, in no particular order: