The sad and shocking news of Michael Gizzi’s passing reached us this morning. I didn’t know him well but admired his work as an editor and poet. He sent me an inscribed copy of his New Depths of Deadpan last season, which I am reading today, the best way I know to honor him. – SS
1st stanza of “Man In Marble”
How can life that runs through us daily
separate us from the sparrows
that presume to own the air?