Looking To Be Alive
In Memoriam: Flo McCall This last week of June, I was in Tahoe for a poetry conference — studying with poets I love, and generating work among a huge-hearted community, in the incomparable grandeur of the Sierras. The day I arrived, in the middle of our orientation, I missed a call from Jimmy. When I texted to ask if I could call back later, he replied with the message, “911.” As he told me that Flo Read more…








