Our Drinks Can Wait

I recently discovered Paul Curtis, a poet from Surrey, England, who has been writing for many years and continues to do so more regularly than your easily-distracted host. His philosophy of poetry is very accessible, and as a result, so are his poems. The only thing not accessible is his work in printed form, which is rather a shame. His topics range from innocent to ribald, from first love to Christmas stories to humor to loss, and it’s all so lovely and straightforward.

Yes, yes, I only just finished praising the dense historical allusion of Poe and so on, but there is more than one way to make an enjoyable poem!

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