Everyone knows that poetry doesn’t “sell.” Publishers don’t want to print it, students groan aloud at the prospect of studying it. And poetasters have set our teeth on edge. So why in the world would I want to concentrate on it?
Because it does what no other genre of writing can do. Look [...]
Some of you know that our son, Ryan, recently underwent surgery for thyroid cancer. It was on Easter Sunday as he sat beside me in the pew that I wrote this poem.
It is here, in churchI realizeThat push has comeTo shove
I sit here beside my son,My strong manchild,His neck transversed by [...]
I can’t let the Easter feeling go, even though the day has passed. . .
We were therefore buried with him through baptism into death in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead through the glory of God the Father, we too may live a new life. If we have been united with [...]
