Recently, when I should have been writing, I did some cleaning instead. (Oh, you know this tired tale, don't you, Other Writers? I know ...

It is far, far, far past time for some Billy Collins. I need him, don't you?  And this one targets my readerly heart as if its poetic a...

Last week, Tabatha, who happens to be the host of today’s Poetry Friday round-up , mentioned the poem she once wrote for me during a Summer ...

Just a bit of poignant beauty from Billy Collins today.  Days by Billy Collins  Each one is a gift, no doubt,  mysteriously placed in your w...

On Wednesday's Poetry Broadcast, Billy Collins read a short poem called "One of the Ways We Talk to Each Other" by Lawrence Ra...

It's Billy Collins again.  I could lie and say that I forgot I shared a Billy Collins poem last week, but that's not true. I just ca...

It's been far too long since I shared anything by Billy Collins. It's time, people, it's time! Days are precious and every day w...

I'm in the middle of a buddy read. Well, to be more precise, I'm a third of the way into a buddy read. My daughters and I are readin...

No matter what is happening in your life today, I prescribe a little Billy Collins. He makes everything better, including being as old as Ch...

I was in the mood for some Billy Collins so I went in search of my hero.  I found him at the New York Times, talking to Cheryl Straye...

I picked up  Light the Dark: Writers on Creativity, Inspiration, and the Artistic Process   last night and skipped straight to the Billy...

Are you a marginalia type? Or a notes-in-a-separate-notebook reader? Do you use post-its? Do you dog-ear? What do you think of  book darts ?...

Photo courtesy of:  Marcelo Noah , of  D.G. Wills Books ,  and  WikiMedia Commons .  Heidi Mordhorst , this week's Poetry Frida...

We're anticipating a snow day tomorrow as Winter Storm Quid (really?) makes its way across the country. Personally, I'm tired o...

Photo thanks to FreeImages . Because it's spring.  Because Atticus will soon be home for the summer.  (I can almost taste his...

This poem encompasses everything I love about Billy Collins. This is Collins at his most Collinsesque -- witty and self-deprecating while si...

Because it's January (and I'm already tired of snow on the ground.) Because Billy Collins makes me happy. (You need only combi...

My memory is a frightening thing these days. I used to have an excellent memory. When I was younger, when I was single, when I was newly in ...

Photo: FreeImages.com Ramona and I were at a park yesterday, and the air was charged with perfection. Today? Revel, run, repeat. ...

I first thanked this little guy about three and a half years ago.* He made my day then, and he's making it again today. Litany by Bi...