My dear friend the poet Ralph Angel has died. He published poems and essays in the magazine, so it seems right to send out a notice to our readers. When a poet dies, there is first silence, but then the words begin to emerge again from the silence. The words, with our memories, are all we have. But the words do not fade.
I have made a page collecting Ralph’s Numéro Cinq contributions in one place. Here is the link.