Oh, hark!   I hear the conversation leading up to the inclusion of William Blake in the Common Core State Standards (CCSS) Appendix o...

The past three months we have all witnessed the horrible reports of the shooting at nearby Chardon High School, the shooting at the theater...

Here is a back to school poem for all my teacher/principal/student friends.  Or anyone who ever remembers being a student and who maybe, li...

Shifting power in the middle upheaval volume of the crowd’s voice is increasing the seismic movement, changing destruction of auto...

How does Cleveland, OH compare with Dhaka, Bangladesh?  Well, we were only gone a week on this trip, but we came home to bursts of color...

When my mother was a kid, she used to proudly announce whenever her parents drove past her elementary school: "That's my school, m...

In a world where 65 year olds have no wrinkles, where Photoshop magically gives adult women the 18 inch waist Scarlett O’Hara dreamed of, ...

Michael took this picture (okay, I begged and whined a little asking for this angle and that) in the botanical gardens in Singapore.  I w...

  The fall of 2011.   And then . . . Singapore, Beijing, Newark, Mantua, Chicago, D.C.   Because travel is part of the job ...

On Sunday Michael and I, along with 3 other Cleveland poets will be honored to read poems of our choosing at a Cleveland Orchestra Concert c...

There's nothing poetical about getting your feet cut -- voluntarily. The pain really has to be too much before you present yourself at ...