
On a cloudy day when my son Miles was about three, the sun came out on our way home from the park, and I sand "Here Comes The Sun". When we got home, I played "Abbey Road" for him, the album that begins with that song—and he began to

In her Letter from an American for 20 June 2026, Heather Cox Richardson writes of United States President Donald Trump that he "has become accustomed to simply describing his fantasy world and expecting that others will agree they see it." When I read that, I thought it was nice to

On 11 August 1978, I had the first live-music experience that I remember, a double bill of Linda Ronstadt and Livingston Taylor. Between memories, online setlist sites, photographs, social-media posts, and a careful record since September 2019, I've been able to put together a long list of

On 10 August 2006, our son Miles began first grade. On 9 August 2010, our daughter Luisa began first grade. On 12 August 2013, our daughter Sara began first grade. Miles graduated from high school in June 2018; Luisa, after two years off near the end, graduated from high school

Today, I decided it was finally time to submit some poems to magazines again. First, I went through recent poems I had written; as always, I had the sense that I had written almost none, but then there turned out to be seven. Then I began putting submissions together, one

After writing yesterday about my time as a jazz DJ at the Stanford student station KZSU in the mid-1980s, I began thinking of albums from that decade that were central to my first encounters with jazz: David Murray's "Murray's Steps" (1982), Ralph Towner and John Abercrombie's

When jazz singer Sheila Jordan died last August, I wrote about "From the Mountain to the Crossing", my jazz radio show at KZSU Stanford in Winter Quarter 1986: Every show began with Abdullah Ibrahim's "The Mountain" and ended with Jordan's "The Crossing". With Ibrahim's death yesterday, I

The course was called "Linguistics and Literature"; the teacher was Melissa Monroe. One day, she wrote a poem on the board: "To the Reader", by Denise Levertov. Sitting in the back row of the small lecture hall, I was pleased to see my teacher's poem on the board. Rather

"An Error, A Ghost", the thirteen-page poem with twenty-three parts that concludes Sarah Howe's "Foretokens" (2025), begins with an epigraph from "The Garden of Forking Paths" (1941), by Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986), and later, in section seven, summarizes that story before concluding: "Elsewhere Borges says / every