At the Degas Exhibit – Gregory Fraser The docent wends us to The Dance Class and it all flits back: the studio downtown, few bucks an hour, ragging off the finger grease of toe-shoed cygnets, tutu-ed swans, who glided hardwood blind to both of me—spray of acne, high-top Keds. I would clatter on the local … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gregory Fraser
Letter to My Sixteen-Year-Old Self Dear self, This is the only photo I could find of you. You held an instamatic out in front of you, hoping somehow to capture your own face, and pressed the little black button. I remember exactly when you took that photo. You had just gotten out of the shower. … Continue reading From the archives, because it's graduation central around here.
Feared Drowned – Sharon Olds Suddenly nobody knows where you are, your suit black as seaweed, your bearded head slick as a seal’s. Somebody watches the kids. I walk down the edge of the water, clutching the towel like a widow’s shawl around me. None of the swimmers is just right. Too short, too heavy, … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Sharon Olds
Mother – Ted Kooser Mid April already, and the wild plums bloom at the roadside, a lacy white against the exuberant, jubilant green of new grass an the dusty, fading black of burned-out ditches. No leaves, not yet, only the delicate, star-petaled blossoms, sweet with their timeless perfume. You have been gone a month today … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Ted Kooser
Timetable – Kate Clanchy We all remember school, of course: the lino warming, shoe bag smell, expanse of polished floor. It’s where we learned to wait: hot cheeked in class, dreaming, bored, for cheesy milk, for noisy now. We learned to count, to rule off days, and pattern time in coloured squares: purple English, dark … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Kate Clanchy