Clothes encounter

Cuba by Paul Muldoon   My eldest sister arrived home that morning In her white muslin evening dress. ‘Who the hell do you think you are Running out to dances in next to nothing? As though we hadn’t enough bother With the world at war, if not at an end.’ My father was pounding the […]


A loss, and a loss remembered

The great Irish poet Seamus Heaney has died, only 74 years old.  Obituaries characterize him as a rock star among poets, and that was my experience of him, long before I had even read his poems.   Years ago I went to hear him read at the University of Michigan with a dear friend.  This […]


Scorn not the sonnet

Refusing at Fifty-Two to Write Sonnets       by Thomas Lynch       It came to him that he could nearly count   How many Octobers he had left to him   In increments of ten or, say, eleven   Thus: sixty-three, seventy-four, eighty-five.   He couldn’t see himself at ninety-six—   Humanity’s […]