Read the rest of this poem from ee cummings by clicking HERE. And on a wholly different note, read this Thanksgiving poem by Wiliam Burroughs by clicking HERE. We thank you from the bottom of our hearts for reading, greeting, and sharing this space with us. May your weekends be full of all kinds of […]

According to the bio on her website, Tania Ketenjian is a journalist, documentarian and sound artist – but she is also a connector, an observer, a collector of stories, and so much more. She is editor in chief of The [Un]Observed, a radio magazine of “candid conversations and explorations, works in sound and produced pieces […]

A sweet little ode to the grasshopper by the poet ee cummings. Email us an unraveled version of this poem (contact@collectionof.org) for an airmail surprise!

The quote above and listening to Cass Eliot singing, Make Your Own Kind Of Music, have been helping me get through the days lately.

(I want to say more about this, to add a link about ee cummings, a picture of his face or his typewriter – something – but I think this poem is enough on its own.)