A couple of years ago, I blogged in defense of poetry for National Poetry Month.

This morning, on the most loathed for me of holidays, April Fool’s Day, I happened to discover through Twitter the poetry of Dorothea Lasky.

In my formative years of college, possibly the first thing I came to recognize that I am is that I am a poet. It is in my bones, and not something I decided or even control.

So for National Poetry Month 2016, I invite you to share the pleasure I did in discovering Lasky’s work, starting with these: