Reading Anthony Domestico’s review of Timothy Murphy’s latest book of poems, I was saddened to learn of Murphy’s stage IV cancer. He’s one of our great poets; the fact that he’s from my hometown, Fargo, has given me a particular fondness for his work:
Now separation has become my fear.
What was does not console,
what is, is past control—
the disembodiment that looms so near.
Read several of his poems at the Poetry Foundation.