Lyric Life

The old Victorian poet/priest wants to give a young child a lesson about life's transitory nature. All is decay! Except his own poem which escapes him and becomes so much more.

We probably all knew this, but God is a wild dancer into mindless rock-and-roll. No wonder this woman is taken aback. No wonder she's ambivalent. But yes, there's greater wonder at what happens to her--or doesn't, as the case may be.

What happens when you're on the Niagara River? What happens when you forget the falls are ahead? Dinner, apparently.

Late in life, Dickinson scribbles this poem on a piece of paper, perhaps a corrective to herself--and a way to tell the truth. Slant. Kind. With dazzle.

Me. And the poems. That is, lyrics. Plus, how the podcast goes down. And some boilerplate.