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 […]
HANSEL PREPARES FOR THE FUTURE Bread isn’t good enough; he understands that now. It’s too soft, too porous, too yielding, and he knows now that what is scattered at night can be gone by morning. Whenever he goes outside now he keeps his eyes on the ground, scanning for something so cunning and […]
AFTER: AN INTRODUCTION Home again, and it’s as if the forest never happened. No one wants to hear about that great indifference, or the lure of the witch house, or what we had to do to save ourselves. I understand they won’t talk about the hunger, the banishing, how easy it was to be rid […]
Starvation Ranch Frank Hite, my mother’s father’s mother’s father, named his farm Starvation Ranch, and one July, I balanced high on a ladder to repaint those white letters on the same red barn where they’ve been for a hundred years. But that summer is a sketch, a note written in the margin of a book […]