war

Not really funny but . . .

  What the Gypsies told My Grandmother While She Was Still a Young Girl by Charles Simic   War, illness and famine will make you their favourite grandchild. You’ll be like a blind person watching a silent movie. You’ll chop onions and pieces of your heart into the same hot skillet. Your children will sleep […]

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The grass don’t care

  Grass by Carl Sandburg   Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work— I am the grass; I cover all.   And pile them high at Gettysburg And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years, and […]

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Thanksgiving break

If I had any sense I’d be in the kitchen right now, chopping and endlessly washing mixing bowls and spatulas. Instead I’m sitting at the computer. I’ll pay for it tomorrow with panic and exhaustion, but meantime, here’s a few poems for Thanksgiving.   At the grocery store I left Czeslaw Milosz’s”Encounter” in an empty […]

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