25 The writer whose work taught me that my writing had a name - it was poetry. Bukowski's poetry broke many boundaries in terms of style and subject. The Beatniks, particularly Bukowski, make me feel like I have a crowd I fit into as a poet.
Scott... 4-28-1965 - 2-18-2004 rip Sadly missed, but not forgotten. Still hard to believe you're gone. Not sure why you took your own life. Or why you abandoned everyone that ever loved you... why did you ask me to marry you? And then kill yourself 18 days later.... why?
"Still Held" -John Mark Green It’s hard to know how to comfort someone who has had a loved one die. Whatever we can say seems so inadequate, and our words can easily trivialize their suffering. Sometimes the best thing we can offer them is our presence - just be with them. This poem was written for a mother who had suffered the unspeakable pain of losing her child.