We Simply Have Not Kept In Touch

Frost Isn’t Exactly Despised But Not Enough People Have Worked Out What A Brilliant Poet He Was.

I Do A Lot Of Readings.

The Point Of Poetry Is To Be Acutely Discomforting, To Prod And Provoke, To Poke Us In The Eye, To Punch Us In The Nose, To Knock Us Off Our Feet, To Take Our Breath Away.

If The Poem Has No Obvious Destination, There's A Chance That We'll Be All Setting Off On An Interesting Ride.

One Will Never Again Look At A Birch Tree, After The Robert Frost Poem, In Exactly The Same Way.