I have a soft spot for poems that feature objects. Maybe this marks my enduring attraction to Gertrude Stein’s Tender Buttons or maybe it speaks to my professional interests as an archaeologist. This week, I’ll indulge my soft spot and feature a poem by David Starkey called “A Cigarette is
As summer slowly starts to ebb here in the Northern Plains, periodic showers fortify the infamous “frog days of summer” where the region musters a bare imitation of humidity to give folks something to complain about while in line at the supermarket. The mild temperatures and the rain remind us that we live on
As someone who likes a nice pickup truck and lives in a community full of pickup trucks, a poem about pickup trucks will always get my attention. Diane Webster’s poem “Man Pickup” will resonate with anyone who lives in a town with plenty of pickup trucks. More than that, it
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