Back in 1976, when I was starting to be a writer, in Geneseo, New York, at night I'd write poems on my red IBM Selectric typewriter. Not that I bothered sending the poems out to magazines—submitting my math papers was heartbreak enough. A friend on the English faculty encouraged me to join in the periodic faculty poetry readings, where I'd hand out my works in mimeographed form.
Thirty years later, I'd run into Thom Metzger, who'd been a student of mine at Geneseo, and has since become a succes
Published on September 01, 2009 14:51