Thirty years ago I stood in a kitchen reading through a letter of complaint sent to a business about one of their products. “Oh my God,” I remember saying. “Whoever wrote this letter is a horrible speller. And the grammar? Jeez!” Then I turned the page over and looked at the signature. And realized that … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Li-Young Lee
Nativity – Li-Young Lee In the dark, a child might ask, What is the world? just to hear his sister promise, An unfinished wing of heaven, just to hear his brother say, A house inside a house, but most of all to hear his mother answer, One more song, then you go to sleep. How … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Li-Young Lee
Late last night you drove three hours in deep darkness on the highways and then byways of a nearly-forgotten southern coast. What was really happening was that you were thinking about another trip you took at the tail end of last summer. One of your youthful companions was with you, the middle one. Her belongings … Continue reading What Was Really Happening
From Blossoms – Li-Young Lee From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Li-Young Lee
She copies her friends and decides to write a poemish thing a day for a month. After all, if they told her to jump off a bridge, sure, she would jump off a bridge. Why not? Good Lord, I’ve got to write a poemish thing, she tells her daughter. They are sitting in a semi-grimy … Continue reading Kathi and April are both doing it, so why shouldn't she?