On its surface, Come See Me in the Good Light is a film about death. But it’s really a film about the vibrant beauty of life.

How nice it was to read Kevin J.H. Dettmar’s “Garrison’s Pretty Good Poetry” (The Chronicle Review, May 12)! I work at a university press that has been fortunate enough to have had a few poems it has ...

The film chronicles the poet Andrea Gibson’s final year of living with cancer and trying to make every second count.

A poem read aloud is a mysterious thing. Poems, which are really just potent combinations of words, have the power to sneak in and disturb someone in surprisingly intimate ways, provoking emotions, ...

And while “Come See Me in the Good Light” doesn’t escape these qualities, it renders the subject with profound intimacy, ...

I remember the first time I picked up Shel Silverstein’s Where the Sidewalk Ends in my elementary school library. It was filled with delightfully clever and funny rhymes, and the words danced off my ...

Poetry is one of the most powerful art forms we have. Since ancient times, poems — from haikus to sonnets to limericks — have succinctly and beautifully translated the joys and sorrows of the world ...

COME SEE ME IN THE GOOD LIGHT follows poet Andrea Gibson and their partner Megan Falley as Gibson goes through cancer ...

As a poet and essayist, Tony Hoagland is a playful - but thoughtful - provocateur. The titles he chose for his last two poetry collections? "Unincorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty" and the ...

In today’s fast-paced world, stress has become a common part of life for many people. Whether it’s caused by work deadlines, family responsibilities, or societal pressures, managing stress effectively ...

T.S. Eliot famously observed in his great poem, “The Four Quartets,” that April is the cruelest month. Economists quote this line every year during the first two weeks of that month when referencing ...

Recently I was driving the Interstate early on a Saturday night, heading to the Big City for a Big Night with my baby. NPR news had finished, and, in my part of the world anyway, just as night follows ...