Jack Ridl (born April 10, 1944) is an American poet, and was a professor of English at Hope College. [1]
Ridl's father, Charles "Buzz" Ridl, coached basketball at Westminster College, Pennsylvania and the University of Pittsburgh. Ridl graduated from Westminster College, Pennsylvania with a BA in 1967 and M.Ed., in 1970. He lives in Laketown Township, Michigan, with his wife, Julie. [2] [3] [4]
His work has appeared in LIT, The Georgia Review, FIELD, Poetry, Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, Gulf Coast, The Denver Quarterly, Chelsea, Free Lunch, The Journal, Passages North, Dunes Review , [5] and Poetry East. Hope College has named its Visiting Writers Series for him. [6]
The sun rises over the trees behind our
house and the dogs want out. Today
it's supposed to snow again. Tonight
we'll have soup, just the two of us
and talk about our month in Italy,
how we wondered if we could live
in all that light. We'll remember
the last time we danced alone. [5]