Except for the occasional limerick, which does not count, I do not write poetry. I’m too self-conscious, too aware that this is not a medium for a dabbler. You’ve got to really know what you’re doing to write a good poem. (Or be really lucky.) But I do know a good poem when I read […]

A few weeks ago, I mentioned that fact that my dear friend Trish took her 16-year-old son Zach to Tucson to get a tattoo. She has written an absolutely stunning piece about it for New Times. Read it. You’ll be glad you did.