Poetry Mondays: ee cummings


A breath of poetry in the cold clammy stream of year end posts. And a double post as a result. e e cummings, for whom punctuation and capitalization were optional, died in 1962, but his poetry still resonates today. WC doesn’t want to be buried, but if he was, the headstone would say, “may my…

2025 in Review: WC’s Person of the Year


In what passes for tradition here at Wickersham’s Conscience, we spend the last week of each year thinking about the year that is ending, and making our wishes for the coming year. This is the fourth blog post in that annual tradition. This year’s Wickersham’s Conscience Person of the Year will be controversial. WC has…