Other Wonders In museums, I’d admired triptychs of Mary and her child but found nothing familiar until I had children of my own. Then I saw the shape her arm made holding the baby. Erickson treated a woman for years without progress until, watching his daughter reach for her glass, he saw how her arm […]
Love Poem Written In A Dream She said, “I’ll be Jane Kenyon, you be Donald Hall.” We held each other terribly, terribly close.
Love Poem After Reading Neruda’s Sonnet XVII “I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire brings…” – Neruda I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, mostly because I don’t know what either of those things are. I suppose I […]
Love Poem After Roadhouse We’ve been going hot and heavy for a little while now. I thought the tacos turned out rather well on Saturday night, and if the tacos are a metaphor for our love, then we’re doing great. But let’s skip these cooing pleasantries and get to the crux of the matter: would […]
Q&A: (OF WORLD’S ANATOMY AT THE END) True/False: It is required that the Earth crack open, burst its yolk before the end. Is there a certain sound you need to hear? An anguish of language melted down inaudible—or fevered […]
HANSEL AT HIS STEPMOTHER’S GRAVE It’s not as if I can’t understand why you did it. I couldn’t stand it either, the house so groaning and bent at the knees, the cupboards with their gaping mouths, our useless hands. And the demon in my belly, the reproach it put on my face – I would […]