Doris Grumbach is perhaps my favorite memoirist of all time. She wrote me this letter when I was living in Palo Alto. She will be 102 years old this July 12th.
Tag: Solitude
No Poem Today
nada nothing zilch
absence of all
form, invisible blank
space, that void
empty of everything
vacant desert, arid
dry heaves, alone
in this brain
without thoughts, vast
darkness between stars
Daniel W. Polk 