Coming Home

I’ve moved a lot during my life. At birth, I wasn’t even at home. My father worked for IBM and we were in Bethesda, Maryland when I showed up. My mother, Jacqueline (Lynn) Parry, was born in Digby, Nova Scotia and my father, Glenn Sands, by virtue of being the son of missionaries, was born in British Guyana, but his family were Nova Scotians at heart, spending many years in Shelburne and Sandy Point, Nova Scotia.

Memory, Pain, and Reanimation

Theodore Adorno, the literary critic, wrote in the wake of the Second World War that, “After Auschwitz no poetry.” Beyond the powerful point Adorno makes regarding the frivolousness of the garden variety lyric and the mundane weakness of the liberal poem that is being called into question, the Holocaust has haunted Twentieth and even the Twenty-first century poetry.