For My Daughter by Grace Paley I wanted to bring her a chalice or maybe a cup of love or cool water I wanted to sit beside her as she rested after the long day I wanted to adjure commend admonish saying don’t do that […]
MoreBriefly It Enters, and Briefly Speaks by Jane Kenyon I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the maker, the lover, and the keeper…. When the young girl who starves sits down to a table she will sit beside […]
MoreGames by Jack Gilbert Imagine if suffering were real. Imagine if those old people were afraid of death. What if the midget or the girl with one arm really felt pain? Imagine how impossible it would be to live if some people were alone and afraid all their lives. I […]
MoreAfter the Children Leave Home by Maria Mazziotti Gillan Slowly, we settle into the quiet house. We almost grow accustomed to the noise of absence, that terrible stillness that slides along carpeted surfaces. “The house is so quiet without them,” you say, your voice husky […]
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