Poetry: The Months

The Months –Lin­da Pas­tan From The Last Uncle March When the Earl King came to steal away the child in Goethe’s poem, the father said don’t be afraid, it’s just the wind… As if it weren’t the wind that blows away the ten­der frag­ments of…

Poetry: Ice Storm

Ice Storm –Jane Keny­on From Oth­er­wise: New and Select­ed Poems For the hem­locks and broad-leafed ever­greens a beau­ti­ful and pre­car­i­ous state of being… Here in the sub­urbs of New Haven nature, unre­strained, lops the weak­er limbs of shrubs and trees with a sense of…

Poetry: Landscape

Land­scape –Mary Oliv­er From Dream Work Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lec­ture all day if they want­ed about spir­i­tu­al patience? Isn’t it clear the black oaks along the path are stand­ing as though…

Poetry: The Helen Poems

Tuition Costs –Vic­tor Dep­ta From The Helen Poems I’d raised a child, prac­ti­cal­ly as if the end were some­thing I’d thought about pre­pared for, worked toward when, in fact, I was amazed how lit­tle time was left what with the ACT, SAT, the…

Poetry: Ode to My 1977 Toyota

Ode to My 1977 Toy­ota –Bar­bara Ham­by From Babel Engine like a Singer sewing machine, where have you      not car­ried me-to dance class, gro­cery shop­ping, into the heart of dark­ness and back again? O the fruit      you’ve tran­s­­port­ed-cher­ries, peach­es, blue­ber­ries, water­mel­ons, thou­sands of…

Poetry: Day Bath

Day Bath –Debra Spencer From Pome­gran­ate for my son Last night I walked him back and forth, his small head heavy against my chest, round eyes watch­ing me in the dark, his body a sand­bag in my arms. I longed for sleep but could­n’t bear…

Poetry: Vex Me

Vex Me –Bar­bara Ham­by From Babel Vex me, O Night, your stars stut­ter­ing like a stuck juke­box, put a spell on me, my bones atrem­ble at your taber­na­cle of rhythm and blues. Call out your archers, chain me to a wall, let…

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