Any Common Desolation ~ Ellen Bass can be enough to make you look up at the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the few that survived the rains and frost, shot with late afternoon sun. They glow a deep orange-gold against a blue so sheer, a single bird would rip it like silk. You may […]
Home ~ Elaine Feinstein Where is that I wonder? Is it the book-packed house we plan to sell with the pale green room above the river, the shelves of icons, agate, Eilat stone the Kathe Kollwitz and the Samuel Palmer? Or my huge childhood house oak-floored, the rugs of Autumn colours, slabs of coal in […]
The Lilies Break Open Over the Dark Water ~ Mary Oliver Inside that mud-hive, that gas-sponge, that reeking leaf-yard, that rippling dream bowl, the leeches’ flecked and swirling broth of life, as rich as Babylon, the fists crack open and the wands of the lilies quicken, they rise like pale poles with their wrapped beaks […]
