Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade, A Duty-Dance with Death

Last week I was reading the third volume of Marcel Proust’s A La Recherche du Temps Perdu: The Guermantes Way. And it’s brilliant. I can see how people think Marcel Proust is the greatest writer who ever lived. He’s unique, and if the way he’s unique tickles your fancy, he’s your boy. But I wasContinue reading “Slaughterhouse-Five or The Children’s Crusade, A Duty-Dance with Death”

Annabel Lee

One night last week, at a poetry workshop, I wrote something that isn’t ready to post. Cowards get a bad rap but sometimes we spare others as well as ourselves. Instead, for this final day of National Poetry Month, I’ll post a posthumous poem. It’s the last one ever written by Edgar Allan Poe. AnnabelContinue reading “Annabel Lee”