Talking about faith, fiction, poetry and occasionally work
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Dave Malone's "Under the Sycamore"
I thought love poetry was pretty much a thing of the past – you see occasional love poems today but love poetry as a genre seems to have been wrapped in acid-free paper and placed (lovingly) in a box in the attic. If I wanted to read it, I’d have to go dust off Elizabeth Barrett Browning or some of Shakespeare’s Sonnets.