Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know.  Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year.  What I can perceive does as well.  A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."

I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.

Post-postscript: Afterwards by Degan Davis

Death visits you	
in the face of your father.
He calls you	
to his curious room	
and reaches out a hand.

He has called you for a reason	
and you want to cry, want to see
what the reason is.


In the long afterward	
the dead have obligations.
You see them less and less,	
like your very first friend,
like your parents in the years after leaving home.


Dreams are the borrowed eyes of the dead.
They come down to you	
in old poses, faces resplendent:

you dream, and dream and dream
until they are certain you see.


The dead are like the soul	
of a man while he’s singing.
They are clear escaping 	
nights, wandering and cool.

They are not breath; they have given that up.
Not breath.  But everything else.

~ from What Kind of Man Are You (Brick Books, 2018)

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