“Will National Poetry Month never end? I can’t thing of any trumped-up, tricked-out, fake ‘celebration’ that has done more to rekindle my latent disdain for poets as worthless malingerers angling for the main chance… As if on cue, Hallmark Cards just dumped samples on my desk from Maya Angelou’s ‘Life Mosaic’ line of Mother’s Day kitsch. Hallmark is peddling gift cards bedecked with empty little maxims penned by the prolific hack and landfill-ready gifts such as a microwave safe, ceramic ‘Giving’ bowl, stomach-churning sentiment included: ‘Gather around the table to pass this bowl of nourishment. And to serve a portion of healing … .’ What happened to this woman’s dignity?”