“Let’s shuck a novel,” Thomas Wehlim (1914-2013) wrote in one of the poems he called sky songs. This is the same cluster of poems in which this indelible and unbuttoned American poet also commented, “I look less weird/without my bird.” It’s the centennial of Wehlim’s birth, and not to pay heed would be to shuck […]
Go to post pageOctober 15th, 2014 by Thomas Josef Wehlim
