Ken’s Wife Milly (Serial Poem 3)
Milly and Ken met in Brooklyn. Seventeen and twenty. They met at O’Lunney’s Irish Bar. That was that according to Milly, in nursing school then. ...
Category: Poetry
Maybe I’ll Tell Ken’s Story Now
Just maybe I’ll tell a story I’ve never told before about a neighbor in the country. He lived a few houses away. His name was Ken. Ken drove a truc...
On New Year’s Day I Want a Poem
It Could Be Written by Someone Else. Mary Oliver or Naomi Shihab Nye or You. On New Year’s Day I want a poem that says 2020 is a different year fr...
The Unstory: Holiday Letters Redux
Holiday Letters Arrive Each Year: Plot Summaries without any plot: missing the story but full of a sort of ordinary detail: keeping busy (Of Course We Are Stil...