Arlene Weiner: Nobody’s coming to save the children
Catherine Doty’s pitiless poems beautifully show us what we don’t want to see: children’s poverty, abuse, neglect. And their meanness. Poor children living in squalor, which Doty’s language often veils in lyrical glamor.
February 23, 2021 · 4 Comments
Sandy Solomon: Foundling
You stood, small and mute,
on the stoop where she’d left you
with a tiny, plastic suitcase,
like a bad joke, beside you.
June 24, 2020 · 2 Comments
Doug Anderson: Company
She left him food and locked him in the house
to go to work. No blame, no money
June 20, 2019 · Leave a comment
Jay Carson: Luminary
Just in case you think I got screwed up only recently, let me tell you about the fire: My wife in those days was a candle maker as well as … Continue reading
January 1, 2019 · 2 Comments
