26 years of quiet energy,
uncommon intelligence with genuine humility
and that dry, dry wit.
Old soul in such a young body;
such a young unformed body of writing to his name.
Arthur Miller died at age 89.
His first success as a playwright: age 33
Russell, snuffed out
Regardless of supplements,
Chinese herbal remedies,
In spite of his husband Kevin’s love
and all our prayers.
I miss his handsome face,
his Eastern Tennessee drawl
which reminded me of large, lazy tobacco leaves
browning in the sun.
Who would dare plow under a field of knee-high sunflowers?
How you would have towered over us,
shaded and sustained us.
I mourn the words you will never write;
Russell, I mourn the loss of you.