The distance between poet and poem is wonderfully, sometimes perilously, elastic. This shrewd poem’s particularness creates an intimacy that feels both personal and social. I wouldn’t call the details universal, I would call them recognizable.
One day I brought Bob a copy of Time magazine with a cover story about golf becoming a global phenomenon. Knowing Bob’s affection for the sport I offered it as a way of showing my understanding of his pleasures. And, perhaps to soften him up a bit.
The Moments Within, and Without The morning was bright, the beginning of a warm spring day. The promise of new life. The light was perfect. A tree branch's curve followed the tree-line across the small meadow. It's shadow etched a dark frame along the edge of the...
My photo from the crash illustrates a Smithsonian Magazine story about the impact on the people who lived on the country road where it happened. Still in the first month of my probationary period at The AP and alone in the office, it was the event that signaled “Welcome to The AP” for me. I passed probation this day. Next time you see me ask about the plywood sitting in front of this house.