Roger's Coffee Table

How to Eat a Poem

Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
   may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

For there is no core
or stem
or rind
or pit
or seed
or skin
to throw away.

                   - Eve Merriam*

Welcome to my coffee table. Here you can find out what I like to read, what I'm reading now, what I listen to, and read what I've written myself. So pull up a big cozy chair, grab a fresh cup of coffee, make yourself comfy, and peruse whatever tickles your fancy.

My Poetry

What I'm reading Now

What's on my Bookshelf

What I'm listening to

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* © 1964 Eve Merriam, from It Doesn't Always Have to Rhyme, Atheneum Publishers.