I had been warned about Jews by my gentile friends - they did terrible things with knives to boys.
Paul EngleVerse is not written, it is bled; Out of the poet's abstract head. Words drip the poem on the page; Out of his grief, delight and rage.
Paul EngleThe sharpest memory of our old-fashioned Christmas eve is my mother's hand making sure I was settled in bed.
Paul Engle