Friday, April 10, 2020

The ghost of life: One thing that I can hold on to


We had Dylan last week; seems only right that John Prine should be today’s entry for National Poetry Month. We learned Wednesday that Prine, 73, died of complications from COVID19, and our cultural life took a body blow.

My heart is so broken, I’m just going to give you Prine and Bonnie Raitt singing “Angel from Montgomery”.





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