Poem of the Day: Linda Gregg

HARD SEASON Already the spring lilacs are failing, in pieces and chunks, the way rust ruins metal everywhere. It doesn’t take much of that before she begins not to care. Which makes her want to rip the flawed flowers maliciously from the bushes, seeing how wind...

In Honor of Linda Gregg: One Poem (For Now)

The last few times we’ve lost a poet, I’ve had the privilege of knowing them, or at least loving their work. Today, with the loss of Linda Gregg, I walked into the unfamiliar place of not knowing a poet by name, or not being able to associate them with at...