from An Interview with Li-Young Lee LYL : The word quest is in that word question. I feel as if I’m going to live my life as a giant question […]

A man I once asked a question of has died; his son sends a letter A thirsty mouse turns a river. a stone turns a river. Bodiless Words turn us. […]

                      from Autumn Quince The world is a blurred version of itself — marred, lovely, and flawed. It is enough […]

                    Autumn Quince How sad they are, the promises we never return to. They stay in our mouths, roughen the tongue, […]

U.S. Poet Laureate Charles Wright   WITH EDDIE AND NANCY IN AREZZO AT THE CAFÉ GRANDE Piero in wraps, the True Cross sotto restauro, Piazza desolate edge Where sunlight breaks […]

                            In line at the drugstore it’s finally your turn, and then it’s not as he walks […]

….we are the poem, we have come miles of life, we have survived this far to tell you, go on, go on. Lidia Yuknavitch from The Chronology of Water – […]

                  from GOD IS AN AMERICAN Yes, I have a pretty good idea what beauty is. It survives all right. It aches […]

                                    Spell for the End of Grief No incantations, no rosemary and statice, […]

      Two Years Two years of my sister’s illness; the wind whips the river of her last spring. I have burned the beans again. Muriel Rukeyser (1913 – […]