Monthly Archives: April 2003

It’s National Poetry Month! Let’s warm up with yet another poem by James Tate. Odium She was able to steal two glass automobiles for salt and pepper from the cafe in Saint Paul. A bee had gotten into her shoe … Continue reading →

I guess I need to explain myself better, I just assume that everything I do has a self-evident logic, and then when people don’t get it I get all alienated and Jack says, I don’t have on my mind-reading hat … Continue reading →