This poem has been my touchstone since I first heard Mr. Griffith read it in Grade 11 English class. I could never share with anyone how muc...

THE PLATONIC BLOW – W. H. AUDEN It was a spring day, a day for a lay, when the air Smelled like a locker-room, a day to blow or get blown; R...

As I went out one morning  Walking the primal road My shoulders were bent over With an invisible load. And down by the creek wher...

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I have a horrible confession to make. I liked English class. I liked it so much I had to hide it. I never said anything, never con...

(Author's note. I'll be damned if I remember writing this, but it has to be mine because I can't find it anywhere else...

I have a horrible confession to make. I liked English class. I liked it so much I had to hide it. I never said anything, never contribut...