1. Because I was too lazy to look it up in the dictionary, a word in the poem I wrote on October third was spelled incorrectly. I am sorry. The word is anecdote. 2. A poem I wrote in April about Shakespeare’s “King Lear” is based on a premise totally false. I feel like such a fool. Please ignore the error. 3. Two years ago I wrote a poem about walking on the road at night. I’m sorry to say I misidentified a star. Accept my apology, please. The star is Polaris, not Betelgeuse. 4. In a poem entitled “Going to School,” the comma in the sixth line of the fourth stanza is out of place. Forgive my ignorance. It should be after “golden rule.” 5. I suppose you noticed the word “saliva” in my poem about the flowers in my garden. Yeah, you’re right. It should be “salvia.” Damn careless of me. Sorry. Mea culpa. What a mess.
This article appears in September 2017 Issue.
