Tomorrow, May 28th, marks the fourth anniversary of my father’s death. Every day I miss him. Every day I think of him and the many gifts he gave me. Often, his gifts came hidden in the choices and values of his own good life. He was born in Michigan, in 1918, of parents who immigrated […]
Hayes Davis’ first book, Let Our Eyes Linger is a beautiful family of poems. These poems speak of fathers, sons, wives, mothers, and grandmothers. They speak of friends and colleagues. They even speak of escaping slaves. Let Our Eyes Linger, from Poetry Mutual Press, deserves the attention of a slow read. I have savored these poems […]