Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Dusk Again
There’s a particular light when fall days die
Barbara Crooker: Treadmill
We lift weights. We
feel great. We
do yoga. We
eat granola.
Rebecca Gordon: A Personal Meditation on Growing Old In a Catastrophic Age
Passing the Torch while Broke
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Farmer’s Market in Antwerp
I remember this so clearly — as if it happened today.
How she arranged her skirt, rubbed her hands together.
Paul Christensen: At Sea on the Queen Mary Two
In the decks above, life was throbbing and squirming in anticipation of some event that would never come. Or if it came, would be so gradual as to be uneventful. The sea told me that.
Michael Simms: Waterfall
In Chatham Woods near our house
a spring bursts
from a hillside and falls
into a rocky pool
Paul Christensen: Sailing the Seas of Memory
Five days into our sea voyage and we are in a hazy, slightly coolish mid-day. It’s another day and a half before we slow down and head for Southampton, England. Can’t wait.
Margo Berdeshevsky: God Bless the Child That’s Got His Own
He says — you will let go he will let go the branch when he is
Ready I nod, yes, he says, climbing the hill from the sea
Where he has gone to wash distance and salt before it comes
Alice Friman: Confidentially Pink
When I stepped down from the train
and he wasn’t there
I didn’t panic. I knew he’d come
for I had dressed in pink–
Barbara Hamby: Ode on Killing Sadness
the emcee said at the start
of the evening, “Here we are killing
sadness,” and the music did take the sting
out of the night
Emily Cataneo: A New Chapter in the Quest for a Longer Life
In “Why We Die,” biologist and Nobel laureate Venki Ramakrishnan explores the science of aging and life extension.
Video: How to Cultivate a Healthy Gut Microbiome with Food
Food for gut health: An unhealthy intestinal biome is a major contributor to heart disease and other illnesses.
Barbara Crooker: On Teaching Poetry Classes in My Old Elementary School in Honor of Its 100th Anniversary
Yes, I know my mother isn’t there, as I walk up and down Main Street;
she’s moved to a different zip code, the one with no returns.
Al Maginnes: The Body’s Cartographer
I’ve been lucky enough to steer clear of pain that squats
like the friend you no longer like but can’t evict
from your couch because he’s out of work, but able
to be drunk every day you walk in the door.
