journey

I remember when I was first introduced to “real” poetry. I was a sophomore in high school. My lit teacher handed me a piece of paper with a few lines of words on it. She stood in front of the class and said, “All right, just analyze the poem.” It was called “Singapore” by Mary Oliver, and I was at an utter loss. I’d never heard of … [Read more...] about Just torturing confessions out of poetry