by Marina Hope Wilson Steve Doig I give myself twenty to twenty five good years, best case scenario. Then maybe not so much. It might seem a morbid calculation, but I can’t help it sometimes. Someone says, W.S. Merwin was obsessed with death. Then someone else says, ALL poets are obsessed with death. But it’s living that gets me — I like lemon smeared in salt, and I like a good gin & tonic with plenty of ice, and I like a big open sky and any place with a view. I like the sof