Wendy Mnookin: Celebration
I’ll fill my wedding vase
with deep-veined lilies, harlot asters,
pollen will dust the table
where I mass them every week.
May 11, 2022 · 2 Comments
Wendy Mnookin: In the Small Rotary
where Route 100 meets School Street,
two cows graze.
March 2, 2022 · 1 Comment
Wendy Mnookin: A Love Poem
I don’t want to complain about my mother, because she did a lot of nice things. Some very considerate things. She came to Boston when my younger son was born … Continue reading
January 12, 2022 · 5 Comments
Wendy Mnookin: NICU
. Why is this night different Why is this night different from all other nights? Wine and matza and now our children tossing in their childhood beds, dreams tumbling between … Continue reading
June 10, 2017 · 2 Comments
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