A Writer's Journal

Through The Glass Darkly

“And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.”

– William Shakespeare
(from A Midsummer Night’s Dream)


It may sound romantic, but in search of that elusive metaphor, poets can be somewhat  “eccentric.” If you date a poet everyone will think you are the jerk they are writing about. You will be the jerk they are writing about. They have an unnatural affection for book stores and office supply stores. They have …

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