M.L. Liebler, my second poetry teacher

“I do not come from an intellectual family. (…) There was not poetry read around the dinner table, and they didn’t take me to the library. The point is: If I got into poetry, then it’s accessible to everybody. That’s been my mission since I was a teenager: To try to get people to see that poetry is more important than people think it is.

At work on Friday, I walked into the lounge and saw Mike’s staring up from cover of the arts section of The Detroit Free Press (aka Freep).  I haven’t seen him in years, but he looks the same: white beard, black beret, keen eyes behind dark-framed glasses.

How nostalgic! And serendipidous, considering the rut I’ve been in. Continue reading