Galway Kinnell, 1927–2014. RICHARD BROWN
Everyone in line at the cafe was staring at the screen of a phone. I was scrolling through the Times, trying to kill some time, waiting. That’s when I saw it: “Galway Kinnell, Plain-Spoken Poet, Is Dead at 87,” the headline said.
My eyes welled with tears. That doesn’t happen too often. Me crying in a cafe while reading the news. Even these days when the news is always so fucking sad.
Well, I wasn’t really crying. Just tearing up for a second…