In case you haven’t heard, April is National Poetry Month. I’m no poet (see proof below), but at times over the last 75 years I’ve scribbled verses, usually on special occasions, to entertain myself and friends. I’ve also found attempting to commit poetry to be therapeutic, particularly in coping with grief. The discipline of writing in even loose forms provides this prose writer with a distraction, and maybe a clarification. Reading verse written years ago can be satisfying because of the memories it brings back. I’m sharing some from my years (1962-1964) as a Peace Corps Volunteer in Dessie, Ethiopia, … Continue reading →