Normally, I try to keep what my wife and I call "the Speration of Church and State;" her world stays in her world, mine in mine. Aside from the odd anecdota, her work as a teacher, writer etcetera stays pretty much outside my usual purview. But, for today, I make an exception.
She's pretty active online (Twitter, blog, etc) and there's a thing
today called Verse Day, "an epic blogfest singing the praises of
poetry." (her words) Try to take a moment and look up some of the other writers, poets,
bards, skalds, word-smiths et al who are participating in this "celebration of verse in all its forms..." (their words from their website)
Side note: I use verse all the time; the Romans thought poetry was a
higher form of writing than prose (which they reserved for history and
science). Much of what we end up translating in class is poetry (even
if the editors prose'd it) and it behooves us to regard our own verse as
part of the kaleidoscope that we look through at English.
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