“You can’t trust lesbians. You invite them / to your party and they don’t come, / they’re too busy tending vaginal / flowers, hating football, walking their golden / and chocolate labs.”

Did you know that Rilke’s Mom initially raised him as a girl? True story.

Once upon a time I hated Sylvia Plath. Now I don’t! How did this happen? The answers lie inside this post…

In which five of us talk about our favorite poet ever. “Those of us who think we know / the same secrets / are silent together most of the time.”