“My father died a few days before Christmas in 2017 ... celebration and mourning. On the day of his funeral, I kept thinking of Wallace Stevens’ “Final Soliloquy of the Interior Paramour,” maybe the ...

Poets have been writing about death since the beginning of the written word, and it’s no wonder their poems often appear at ...

He’s watching us. We’re hunched over heaving the sorrow vomit. Father stands before me time without fear suspended and apart unafraid of anything one way or another. “When did they cut it?” ...