Who am I? What is my place in this world? How do I stay steady and strong and never stop trying to help the world? Our burning planet. The onrush of artificial intelligence. This heedless erosion of democracy. These are my three biggest panics. Panic is the right word but not the right reaction, because … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Martha Postlethwaite
Once, when he was about eight, my son looked up at me and said, “Mama, what if we’re all characters in a book, and someone is writing us right now?” Once, before the scale at the Y was digital, I stepped on it ready to maneuver the sliding weights, only to find that the unknown … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Lisel Mueller
How I first found this poem is lost to me –was it in one of my grandmother’s huge and heavy high school English anthologies?–but it stunned me. I remember laboriously copying it word by word, line by line, complete with the strange little marks I would later learn were scansion, into my diary. What the … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
The summer I turned nineteen I took the bus west to Wisconsin, to work at a mom and pop resort where the owners housed us in a firetrap and fed us leavings from the guests’ plates. After the second bout of food poisoning –through which we worked between dashes to the bathroom–my friend Polly and … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Alison Luterman
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