#322: Sad Poem

Both of my parents died, for starters. Not at once, of course, but within seven or eight years of one another. Daddy passed first and we watched him die, the whole family, a vigil in the meeting room of the nursing home where they sent him after a final, last ditch, unnecessary surgery where heContinue reading “#322: Sad Poem”

#320: What Was the Question? That Is the Question

I’ve got no business on the moon. Looking for me once, somebody said, a famous poet, find me here, find me there, something about dirt and grass. I can get behind that. Who was it who said time waits for no man? Or time heals the wounds? Or, time is on my side, yes, itContinue reading “#320: What Was the Question? That Is the Question”

Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light

Last year, I remember talkingĀ in my classroom about the terrible news, the deaths of two British cultural icons, both personal heroes of mine, David Bowie and Alan Rickman, both dead at 69. And from that discussion, this has remained in my memory: a student actually said these words to me, “So you’ve got about twentyContinue reading “Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light”