I guess it’s time to talk about it. At eighty-five there is no refuting my turn on the deathbed; it is inevitable; my time will come. And for sure, no one my age can pretend they haven’t thought about it, either fearfully or blithely. Most of my life, not being a religious person, I thought […]

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I like a good story-poem, always have. “The Ballad of William Sycamore” by Stephen Vincent Benet is an old favorite. So is “Gus the Theatre Cat” from T.S. Eliot’s ‘Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats’. Confessional poetry can be tricky. There’s always a chance the poet is going to tell us a little too much.  Confessional […]

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I hope that when I die My memories will not die with me. I hope instead They will whoosh upwards out of me A great colorful cloud Of ten thousand wild parrots Swirling away in ten thousand directions Seeking new places to roost. Perhaps one of the younger ones Will happen across someone Hiking for […]

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If he were still alive, my brother and I would probably be speaking, instead of him holding out on me until the disease that got him finally got him, and there was I with egg on my face, still not speaking to him, still holding out on him as well, full of self-righteous rage, unforgiving […]

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Stephen Zimmer shares an ongoing grief over his younger brother’s untimely illness and the eventual ending of Joel’s third act. The Blue Mosque at once dominating and enchanting is the view from our Istanbul hotel window and the last thing I see before I lay down and try to sleep. But I am preoccupied by […]

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