Poetry

Poem | When I Am a Middle-Aged Woman

I will wear sweatshirts with bright appliqués / Of owls, and work for Head Start. Saturdays // Will be the food bank; Sundays, church at ten. / Evenings I'll...

Poem | The Old Wall

Arch after arch set in the brick, / Rosettes along them, pebble-thick; // Draped, helmed, armed figures, scribes with scrolls, / And eagles in their leafy holes:...

Poem | Untitled

If, all of a sudden, something gets lost something I absolutely need right now— a pencil, a paper, the eraser— I survey the chaos with hapless eyes...

Poem | Eagle

She releases the earth, every dawn, opens like day and closes like night. The human highway is nothing to her, blunt in its purpose, coursing to no...

Poem | Sacred Oil

Priests— I found this outside on the pavers by the parked car, the Legacy. It may be life for the dying. It must be one of yours.

Poem | El Greco's Evangelist

Paint. Paint the soft lines / of damp cheeks across a canvas. / Paint the deep eyes, the little / hand and the orb. / Splash some color along the curve / of her...

The Year of Lear

You don’t need to be a thespian to appreciate James Shapiro's "Year of Lear"—a brilliant, meticulously researched history of social tensions that inspired the play.

Poem | In Parentheses

As I said, I’m a lawyer. Technically speaking, / is a head blown to pieces by a smart bomb a beheading? // Infinitely compressible, yet expandable time...

Poem | The Other Heaven

On nights with little moon or none, / the near-blind great-grandmother settles / in her chair in the middle of the orchard, / bare branches or...

Poems | 'A Lot of Ways' & Two Other Poems

There are a lot of ways to love the world, / be loved by it. Start with the sounds / of it: cello suite, hum of sander. ...

Poems | 'Believe' & 'Place'

Yes, I can be there / enclosed in my dark skin / wanting everything / my eyes can reach / not always available / to the length of my arms. ...

Letters of James Agee to Father Flye

Spanning almost James Agee's entire lifetime, these letters between author and his priest cover alcohol, God, poetry, childhood, and a “mouthful of sweet potato.”
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