May 13, 2021A Few Millennia Hence
When Shakespeare once again becomes unknown
The world will still
Be a better place,
The shadows of his energy
Hanging like poetic clouds,
Shaping the warmth
Of the sun’s true day.
David Hovan Check
“When I was about eight years old, a poem popped into my head while I was going to sleep, and I had to jump up and write it down. I’ve been at it ever since. I write because I love the music of language, the feel of a pen gliding on paper, the power and control I can impose on those moments of creation and nowhere else. I write with the hope of changing myself and the world—poems, songs, plays, humor. As the great Eugene O’Neill once said, ‘Stammering is the native eloquence of us fog people.’”