Poetry

Poem | Widow of Zarephath

i was like a small bird / pecking near a gate / when i went in search of twigs—

Poem | Funeral Food

all afternoon friends knocking softly / on the front door of our Ash Alley row home / saying to our mother how sorry / they were about her loss...

Poetry and the Contemplative Life

The term “contemplative life" is one that is much mistreated. It is more often used than defined, and that is why arguments about the respective merits...

Poem | The Devil's Delusion

I lie on my back in the lawnchair to study / the trees claw up toward heaven. / They have all the sap I lack.

Poem | Witness

Typically cryptic, God said three weasels / slipping electric over the rocks / one current conducting them up the tree ...

Poem | The New Owners

kept the old farm hand. He’d / thumbed enough dirt off potatoes. / Seen hailstones pock the dirt road. ...

Poem | Adorations

A noisy scene: / Angel trio in the heavens / warbling and strumming, / two magi volubly disputing, / Joseph itching to join in ...

Poem | Man Walking A Dog

Let us give / While we live / Bewildered thanks to God for what we have ...

Two Poems

I go by myself / to where I am supposed to be

Borrowed Voices

Averill Curdy’s poems seek to widen the reader’s sense of self by finding room for several selves, real and imagined, within a single mind.

Poem | Springtime in Chicago in November

Springtime in Chicago in November. / My forty-first year to heaven. / My left hand wants to know / what my right hand is doing.

Heard on High

Did Wallace Stevens convert to Roman Catholicism as he lay dying in the summer of 1955? This question has provoked more controversy than one might expect.
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Book Reviews

Borrowed Voices

January 13, 2014 | 0 comments

Goaded by Doubt

September 2, 2013 | 1 comment

Songs of Himself

September 21, 2009 | 0 comments