I was thinking about milestones today, how they used to be these hunks of rock to mark the distance in miles to a real place, but now there's no actual destination. We are not trying to get to Sydney, but instead marking an important event in history -- the first looping roller coaster, for instance, which appeared in 1840. Milestones made out of stone are rare, but milestones are everywhere and for always. Can you think of other words that have gone this route, from concrete to metaphor, fossilized words, as I think John Ciardi called them?
Like Anne Sexton, the business of words often keeps me awake. My favorite tulip? Queen of the Night. My books include The Little Office of the Immaculate Conception & Reckless Lovely. I also wrote a book of 366 writing prompts, one for every day of the year, with Kelli Russell Agodon: The Daily Poet. I am the poetry editor at Crab Creek Review. New work appears in Poetry, Sou'wester, and Monarch Review.