Anne Porter

Once wild, once young, still wandering

  Among Women   by Marie Ponsot   What women wander? Not many. All. A few. Most would, now & then, & no wonder. Some, and I’m one, Wander sitting still. My small grandmother Bought from every peddler Less for the ribbons and lace Than for their scent Of sleep where you will, Walk out […]


All aboard

The Ticket by Anne Porter On the night table Beside my bed I keep a small Blue ticket – One day I found it In my pocket-book I don’t know how It got there – I don’t know What it’s for – On one side There’s a number 98833 And INDIANA TICKET COMPANY – And […]