The Dusty Bookcase

For the month,  the last of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. A final poem for National Poetry Month, 'April&#...

For the month,  the ninth of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. What could be considered romantic verse from W.M. (...

For the month,  the eighth of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. Verse from Edith Lelean Groves' Everyday Child...

For the month,  the seventh of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. The second of two poems praising Wilfrid Laurier ...

For the month,  the sixth of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. Unconventional Easter verse, eight decades old this...

For the month,  the fifth of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. To think I once worked to celebrate this horrible m...

For the month,  the fourth of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. Verse from Ram Spudd, "one of nature's ge...

For the month,  the third of ten poems I find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. Thaddeus A. Browne had a decades-long career as an O...

For the month,  the second of ten poems I  find interesting, amusing, and/or infuriating. Verse from Robert E. Swanson's  Rhymes of a Lu...

I haven't given National Poetry Month the attention it deserves. The first year of the Dusty Bookcase saw  James MacRae, he of William A...

The end of National Poetry Month. Can't say it was much different from March – at least not here in little Saint Marys. I close with t...

The Four Jameses William Arthur Deacon Toronto: Macmillan, 1974 A bit of a risk acknowledging National Poetry Month on a day when people ...