The enemy is fear. We think it is hate; but it is really fear.
The story begins when Jude and I flew up to my childhood home in Naperville, Illinois on Christmas Day to see what Santa had …
We talk about the wreckage, a hillside of trees stacked
the saws have been buzzing and snarling for weeks.
Trees come down like great knuckle cracks.
Another development with “river views.”
A catastrophe. There have been others:
Julio Monteiro Martins
Translated by Donald Stang & Helen Wickes
To be in the world
as on a ship:
to attend to the wellbeing
of the passengers,
inspire their confidence
in the crew.
Attend to the engines,
which mutiny and …
Sitting on a child’s chair in the doctor’s office, I fold a thin line, make a crease in the paper. There is a sentence here about an old woman’s heart. He sits next to me on a small …
Philip St. Clair
Near the Empty Plinth on Wednesday afternoon: we were adrift,
mixing with tourists on the broad gray steps,
and above us, overcast presaged rain. Not much busking going on:
no woodwind trios from the conservatory nearby,
Philip St. Clair
The baptismal font, an octagon of marble carved
seven years after the Fire,
bore a palindrome in Greek more clever than reverent –
cleanse my sins,
not only my face, the guidebook said. Then I wanted
I have been the half
of a person I’ve needed
to stay sober.
It is true that I am alone
all of the time,
even with Emily,
but I am alone in a way
that will …
A cutting from the willow tree,
Our newborn child sunning
As I rooted it in water. A dozen years later
It wept over the house falling
Into our intemperate climate. Children
Calling in the dusk, catching fireflies
Mary Jane White
From the countryside
To wait out the term
To delivery. And return.
To go through rehab
And then return. To town.
Going to Toronto —
An old way of speaking
In front of you . …
Who limbo with pool cues in nameless pubs,
who swing in time with jiggle and aplomb,
who sweat and stare with a single eye
and undulate on buffets and hotel beds.
There are bellies in this world who …