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
It must be awful to watch TV next to me, the way I constantly put my hands over my ears, or murmur about the specifics of someone’s voice, or the strange way news anchors inflect their syllables, or oh no oh no there’s that song again, where’s the remote so I can mute it. I am … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Lisel Mueller
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