I think I figured out why April is National Poetry Month: in April, all the trees bloom suddenly, and every year I am surprised. I give up, assume it will always stay winter, and then when I least expect it the world explodes with color. And pollen. I’m so dizzy with pollen or zonked by allergy meds that I always feel a little bit dreamy. P O E T R Y
This year, Walt Whitman turns 200 years old. In one of many events to celebrate this, The Walt Whitman Initiative hosted a W.W. Lookalike Contest at the Philly Brewing Co. on April 13.
Trivia! Recitations! BEARDS! Beer! What more can we ask for?