I cannot look at it—the sun—not directly. Like God, it requires a special lens to protect my sensitivities.

This Violence the same as that Violence the same as that Violence. It is all ugly and inside of us.

I hear an organ play in the washroom when the Roomba, washer, and dehumidifier all run at the same time.

I need to write. I cannot write. I need to write. You, too? This summer, 20 true words per day. (Inspired by Jack Handy’s Deep Thoughts.) I do not trust my body, though it has never betrayed me—that much. My closest friends are a podcast.

Professor Emily Bobo talks with Dr. Filiz Cicek about writing poetry as a way of understanding life and creating meaning, and the discomfort that arises from it at times, and its function, for her and the readers. Audio.

Audio. Corner of Disappearing Names Music by Kevin Bobo. Text by Emily Bobo. Performed and recorded by Troy University Collegiate Singers (2014). At the corner of Headstone Street,             And Disappearing Lane, Heat rattles the leaves of the Redwood tree             And burns the evergreens ever-brown. A young girl’s tears once kissed these stones,            …

In today’s episode, Professor Emily Bobo talks with Dr. Cicek about recording her truth(s) through poetry, understanding how truth works and shares a section of a poem from her book Instrumental. Audio.

“Each one of these tales packs a gut punch as it shows us that contemporary America is as scary as any ancient, witch-filled forest. Loved the appropriately-Grimm illustrations as well” (clb).