I spent a good deal of time this morning deciding what I should write about. Once I realized that I wasn't deciding, but debating, my answer came clear.
There is nothing I can put on this page today that will stand against the weight of the tragedy in Newtown, so I offer here what I have—my silence.
If you have not already done so, please consider listening to Yusef Komunyakaa read his poem, Rock Me, Mercy.
Nancy Carol Moody
I'm a poet and a letter-writer. Yup, that kind. The kind who uses pens and paper and actual stamps. The kind who will leave the house with nothing on the agenda but to get to the mailbox before the scheduled pick-up time. The kind who understands that technology is a wondrous thing, but nothing quite beats finding a real letter with a real stamp on it amid the credit card solicitations, pizza coupons and seminar catalogs.