Majid Naficy: I Have Become a Resting Place
And my mother, who at her death
Called out to her sister Ozra,
Has not yet let go of
My own sister’s hand.
January 9, 2020 · 1 Comment
Emily Dickinson: As Imperceptively as Grief
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away – Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy – A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself … Continue reading
September 14, 2018 · 1 Comment
Majid Naficy: Empty House
Every Wednesday since Mother’s death Four sisters get together In their empty childhood home To share memories And make a plan for the house: Should they sell to developers For … Continue reading
January 13, 2018 · 1 Comment