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?

Ep 5: “Morning Song,” Sylvia Plath

Aug 21st, 2018 24m 31s

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 sl

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

Aug 7th, 2018 27m 13s

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

Ep 2: “Lissadell,” Wendy Cope

Aug 1st, 2018 32m 2s

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 cal

Ep 1: “Solitude,” Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Jul 22nd, 2018 26m 14s

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

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