Blessed by a dead dog poem . . .

Saturday, March 22, 2025. It's the Saytr's day … Forecasts indicate breezy Southerlies bringing clouds to TulseyTown this afternoon, mid 70's, and a small chance for rain tonight.

My fave poet Billy Collins celebrates his 84th birthday today. Born in 1941 New York City. Notwithstanding his position as a U.S. Poet Laureate, his level of fame is almost unprecedented in the world of contemporary poetry.

Lyricist and composer Stephen Sondheim was born on this day in 1930 New York City. I had the good fortune of playing the role of The Narrator in “Into the Woods” in several performances back in the day in Texas.

Andrew Lloyd Webber turns 77 today. The English composer and theatrical producer was born in 1948 London , England.

It's the birthday of James Patterson who turns 78 today. The best-selling novelist in the world was born in 1947 Newburgh, New York.

Because I've lived in Florida and have taught students like Irene who taught me a bit about where poems go . . .

Where Poems Go

In Tampa, Florida, Irene Ledbetter

sits at her desk to write to me.

She holds the magazine with my poem

about my brother and his dead dog.

[..]

When I read the letter again today, I feel blessed.


– Chris Green, “Where Poems Go,” Rattle, March18, 2025.

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