Melville at 200 and, of course, Moby Dick
Sean MurphyHerman Melville is not only, arguably, our most American author; he is America. Author of the most successful second act in literary history (posthumous, alas), Melville is sui generis as…
Funeral for a Friend
Life is strange. I had a wonderful day today: I cleaned, I cooked, I took a long, restorative walk, I wrote a poem, I watched the Red Sox, I enjoyed…
The Long Way Home: July 28, 1979
This is the first essay in my second collection of non-fiction, Murphy's Law Vol Two. If I ever need to check myself and consider what a privileged life I’ve led,…
1455’S TEEN POETRY CONTEST: THE WINNERS AND THEIR POEMS
2019 Summer Literary Festival Teen Poet Contest Awards Grand Prize ($500 Award): Taylor Fang, “Solstice,” “Prehistory” Second Prize: Sabrina Guo, “Huài shì h?o shì” (“Evil Things, Good Things”) Third Prize: Kaja Rae Lucas,…
Rebel’s Rebel: RIP, Anthony Bourdain (One Year Later)
What a sad anniversary. Still, it seems selfish, even ungrateful, to lament all the amazing adventures he left unexplored when he gave us a body of work that will provide…
Bill Buckner, Mookie Wilson and Me (Revisited)
October, 2011. I've never been able to appreciate the aesthetic perfection (that is to say, the perfection of baseball's most imperfect play; it's most jarringly incongruous moment) because it was…
Murphy’s Laws: 49 Infallible Observations on the Occasion of Turning 49
“With age comes wisdom, but sometimes age comes alone.” That, from the ever-quotable Oscar Wilde. Does age impart wisdom? Maybe. It definitely provides opinions. Some of them, perhaps, are worthwhile.…
Every Day is Mother’s Day (Revisited)
I’m fortunate, in a sense, to be the type of person that gets more sentimental about the times I read a certain book or heard a particular album than I…
National Poetry Month #20: Charlie Mingus’s Miracle
April, according to this poet, is the cruelest month. April, according to these lovers of poetry, is National Poetry Month, and the only cruelty is metaphorical (which isn’t to say T.S. Eliot was being…
National Poetry Month #17-19
April, according to this poet, is the cruelest month. April, according to these lovers of poetry, is National Poetry Month, and the only cruelty is metaphorical (which isn’t to say T.S. Eliot was being…