Why We Walk

Byron and Shelley As we trudged along the varied paths of the Highland Way you did not let go to cry, though legs ached with pain and skewed nerves slipped out of place screaming for you to stop. Our last night before we go home, I read Trelawny’s Recollections of the Last Days of Shelley […]

Preview–Lord Byron

To get a jump start on National Poetry Month in April, and to celebrate the upcoming release of Reconnaissance, check out After Making Love to Lord Byron on the Morning of My Thirty-seventh Birthday He left me once the broken blue of dawn came through the window, . . . * * * Click here […]