In 1979 Molly and I moved across the country for the second time, from San Diego California to Arlington Virginia,
Yet another new poetry release received a standing ovation and
Poetry
Waiting rooms
At stations
Begging for us to pause
Bathe in that city of yours
In its eternal darkness, and rotted fruit vines
The juice, or blood,
a woman walks down the street
the day hot, the day long, 6pm,
and full of rush
The lyrical essay has become one of the most popular forms of nonfiction in recent years. This resurgence is due in part to the way the form allows
Nonfiction
Many years ago, as a teenager, I would stay up to watch Jack Paar’s late-night show on my salvaged Admiral TV set,
We met at my place, the little apartment I shared with my parents. It was a Saturday in 1961. I don’t remember
