Last Day of National Poetry Month: John Engman
Before his death in 1996, John Engman was my college composition professor. Obviously more happened in the life of this brilliant man than just shepherding me through the basics of writing essays, but I never forgot his classes and his charming classroom presence. He was funny and smart and irreverent. I didn’t even know he wrote poetry when he was my professor; he didn’t know that about me, either, obviously.
If I still wrote poetry, I’d want to write like John Engman. Maybe I did, even, because I won the poetry prize given in his name at Augsburg College, when I was a student there one million years ago.
*buffs nails for that brag*
While I’ve had “Saturday Bath” hung up in the bathrooms of every place I’ve lived since 1996, that one, as well as two of my other favorites, “Aluminum Folding Chairs” and “A Bird Flies Into The Room and Then Flies Out Again” are sadly not available online.