Ep 6: “Harlem,” Langston Hughes

Harlem What happens to a dream deferred?       Does it dry up       like a raisin in the sun?       Or fester like a sore—       And then run?       Does it stink like rotten meat?       Or crust and sugar over—       like a syrupy sweet?       Maybe it just sags       like a heavy load.       Or does it explode? Sources! Academy of … Continue reading Ep 6: “Harlem,” Langston Hughes

Ep 5: “Morning Song,” Sylvia Plath

Audio is hard! Wanna help? Check out that coffee cup in the top corner of this blog page to contribute to my Real Live Podcasting Microphone Fund! Help Honey in My Hair grow! Morning Song Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its … Continue reading Ep 5: “Morning Song,” Sylvia Plath

Ep 3: “The Museum of Stones,” Carolyn Forché

The Museum of Stones This is your museum of stones, assembled in matchbox and tin, collected from roadside, culvert, and viaduct, battlefield, threshing floor, basilica, abattoir, stones loosened by tanks in the streets of a city whose earliest map was drawn in ink on linen, schoolyard stones in the hand of a corpse, pebble from … Continue reading Ep 3: “The Museum of Stones,” Carolyn Forché

Ep 2: “Lissadell,” Wendy Cope

Lissadell Last year we went to Lissadell. The sun shone over Sligo Bay And life was good and all was well. The bear, the books, the dinner bell, An air of dignified decay. Last year we went to Lissadell. This year the owners had to sell— It calls to mind a Chekhov play. Once life … Continue reading Ep 2: “Lissadell,” Wendy Cope

Ep 1: “Solitude,” Ella Wheeler Wilcox

The first episode of my new podcast, Honey In My Hair! In this episode, we will be exploring "Solitude" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, published 1883. Solitude Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and … Continue reading Ep 1: “Solitude,” Ella Wheeler Wilcox