I ask him:
The words won't to my cortex,
Saturday, August 06, 2005
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I cried when I read "sweehart".
This week's Writer's Almanac had a poem by Heather McHugh (Thursday, August 11.) In it she uses line breaks to add emphasis to her poem like you did in this poem. The first stanza ends in the middle of the line, "But now that I" which makes the new phase of her life in the second stanza stand out even more.
my father taught at Harvard. He was a scientist. a great one. my father can barely read now, due to the surgeries and radiation and chemo. His speech is fragmented. It makes me cry all the time.
As I read what you have written about Abe, in my mind's eye I see my father. I can almost pinpoint the day that written word, thoughts and memories wouldn't "stick to his cortex".
author of Into the Mist
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