Poetry cannot perform search and rescues. Words are not water or food or shelter. Grief cannot put a roof over storm-refugees. Compassion's not a substitute for action. Come in from the wind, let words restore power. Come in under the blue tarp of this Muse....
Couldn't believe I heard that Harry was having a reading not far from home. He was an old Hemingway buddy. Enjoyed the reading and resurrecting my EH connection. Am drifting through the poems.
And enjoyed them. Would go again to hear him read.