Harvey Lillywhite.

by Harvey Lillywhite         The Andrew Poems by Shelley Wagner[1] do not require a literary docent to be appreciated; the essence and emotion are completely available. Once you learn that Andrew is the poet’s child drowned at age 6, your expectations are fairly well set. These are poems of the deepest grief imaginable. They are, at … [Read more...] about THE ANDREW POEMS: A Review from the Heart

by Harvey Lillywhite   Loneliness is our kryptonite, But let's be clear: that place Where you slipped a trout Into your wicker creel While mayflies hatched Above the eddying pools Behind big rocks in the river Where waiting still your father's spirit Returns for you is gone. Understand, There is this widening country Behind you that passing seconds Enlarge and a … [Read more...] about Some Fatherly Advice to My Son

by Harvey Lillywhite An Interview with the Chicago Poet, Richard Jones What's your favorite thing to cook? Actually, in the same way I sometimes prefer the travel book to the journey, I like reading cookbooks more than I like actually preparing a meal. Imagination allows me to go more fully outside myself-and certainly far beyond my culinary skills. I like to think of … [Read more...] about Asking A Poet

by Harvey Lillywhite A Review of Richard Jones’ 6th Book of Poems      In mid conversation, the phrase, “apropos of nothing,” alerts others that we have something to add, off the subject, pertaining only to itself, or, as the phrase puts it, to “nothing,” which, to our casual listeners, suggests something disconnected … [Read more...] about Apropos of Nothing: a Review

  MY DAD SPEAKS TO ME THROUGH THE PINE NEEDLE I FIND IN HIS OLD COPY OF PROUSTby Harvey Lillywhite    The slow owl of my soul had closed his eyes. It was Dad’s life I lived in, not my own. Visits court-ordered for every weekend, Words dwindled to dead batteries; surprise Dissolved from the hours; and simple darkness Filled the … [Read more...] about My Dad Speaks to Me…