David Sullivan's Writings
Counting On It Each night my father counts out coins into towers he adeptly stacks, the way my children collect and arrange what’s scrounged from under couches. Numbering comforts: my kids delight in their finds— dad in what remains....
Garrison Keillor read a poem of mine from Strong-Armed Angels. Take a listen!
I was first alerted to the power of poetry when my mom taught me Ogden Nash’s “Isabel, Isabel, met a bear…” The line “cruel and cavernous” chilled and thrilled me, and I’m still working on exorcizing bogeymen and exercising my imagination by dipping into the...