I admit, I’ve always been a nervy-nelly when it comes to poetry. I am easily intimidated by it, and I tend to avoid it when I can (which was tricky during my English major years). But poet
Megan Willome
has me thinking these days. Her new book,
The Joy of Poetry
, has cracked the door, and I’m quietly slipping in, trying on a poem or two, letting the words simmer and sit for a bit. If Megan can get me to read poetry, I think she can get anyone to give it a try. And if you might be wondering, “...
Published on April 19, 2016 03:00