Stephen Haven: Iowa City, 1983
I remember best the cartography of each failed kindness…
September 27, 2023 · 2 Comments
Judith R. Robinson: I Apologize
My own people, once stalwart as the stars,
must now weep as we, their stunning progeny,
disappear like shadows
into the cracked cement of sweet America
September 25, 2023 · 11 Comments
Kathleen O’Toole: Her Grip
Now, her magnificent grasp
of language diminished, her hands
express all there is to say: hold me,
stay with me. Don’t leave me alone.
September 18, 2023 · 10 Comments
Chard deNiord: To the Muse
You wakened me to a dream of waking
in which I approached you and sang
your name.
September 17, 2023 · 2 Comments
William Wordsworth: Surprised by Joy
An elegy for Wordsworth’s daughter Catherine, who died in 1812, aged three.
September 15, 2023 · 5 Comments