Russell Rappleye (1998-2010)
Long may you run.
posted by greg rappleye at 6:16 AM
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
About Me
- Name: greg rappleye
- Location: Grand Haven, Michigan, United States
I am a writer who lives and works in West Michigan. I am a graduate of Albion College, the University of Michigan Law School, and the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College. I have published three full-length collections of poetry: Holding Down the Earth (Sky Books, 1995), A Path Between Houses (University of Wisconsin Press, 2000) which won the Brittingham Prize, and Figured Dark (University of Arkansas Press, 2007), which won the University of Arkansas Press Poetry Series. I have also published three chapbooks: Eros, Psyche and the Death of Narrative (Candle Creek Press, 2006), The Afterlight (WVU-Legal Studies Forum, 2006), and The Divisible Field ( WVU-Legal Studies Forum, 2008), and have completed a fourth manuscript, Tropical Landscape with Ten Hummingbirds. I am working on a novel. My work has received a Pushcart Prize, the Mississippi Review Prize, the Paumanok Poetry Prize, the Greensboro Review Literary Award in Poetry, and the Arts & Letters Prize. I was a Bread Loaf Fellow in 2002. When not writing, I work full-time as corporation counsel for a local government and also teach part-time in the English Department at Hope College in Holland, Michigan.
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15 Comments:
I'm so sorry.
My heart goes out to you.
I miss the dogs.
Sorry about your loss, Greg.
So sorry! May your pup find the happy eternal hunting grounds.
Very sorry to see this - Russell looks like a great dog and I'll bet he loved living with all of you.
I hope he is running free through the woodlot, dragging his leash and wagging his tail in some other place a lot like the great life he had with his family.
I'm sorry for his humans though.
Word verification: worsee (reeely worse?)
What a beautiful dog! I am so sorry.
So sorry for your loss. He will be missed.
Oh Greg, I am so very very sorry for your loss.
Rebecca
Our Ground Time Here Will Be Brief
Blue landing lights make
nail holes in the dark.
A fine snow falls. We sit
on the tarmac taking on
the mail, quick freight,
trays of laboratory mice,
coffee and Danish for
the passengers.
Wherever we're going
it's Monday morning.
Wherever we're coming from
is Mother's lap.
On the cloud-pack above, strewn
as loosely as parsnip
or celery seeds, lie
the souls of the unborn:
my children's children's
children and their father.
We gather speed for the last run
and lift off into the weather.
Maxine Kumin
I'm sorry, Greg. We measure a dog's life against our own, and it's never enough. But I suppose they figure the important stuff out more quickly than we do. They pack in a lot of love and affection in their time on earth.
Oh he looks to have been a lovely, lovely dog. So very sorry!
I MISS DOGGIE!!!!! I WANT DOGGIE COME BACK!!!!!! WHY DOGGIE GO BYE BYE!?!?! ( This is Carlos )
Animal companions -- I think of them as people with fur. Condolances, Greg.
I MISS DOGGIE!!!!!!! DADDY?! WHY DOGGIE GO BYE BYE?!?!?!?!?!
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