Ted Thomas Jr Cold wind. I help my father into the shower with his good hand he grips my arm for support. Inside he sits like Buddha on a plastic stool and waits for me to begin. I drench him with warm water, soap his head, his back, the flabby stomach, the private parts private …
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses… We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. — John F. Kennedy
