I think of Fats Waller whose left hand leaped down the keys, showing the path for every jazz pianist who followed, including the great Art Tatum and the minor Billy Joel.
This post marks the beginning of a new irregular feature in Vox Populi. I hope readers of Vox Populi, many of whom are writers, will find the prompt helpful in stimulating their creativity.
In Sappho, the spaces name nothing — but the emptiness still speaks.
…we must learn to nest in piles of our own rejection slips and somehow effectively grab hold of the levers and buttons that control the means of writerly production…
As the world continues to endure the ravages of COVID-19, another ghost of Dickinson steps into view.
Rachel Hadas: Poets and novelists have been writing about life under COVID-19 for more than a century
Good artists seem, in our alarming and prolonged time […] to be leaping over months, decades and centuries, to speak directly to us now.