Hands ~ Elaine Feinstein We first recognised each other as if we were siblings, and when we held hands your touch made me stupidly happy. Hold my hand, you said in the hospital . You had big hands, strong hands, gentle as those of a Mediterranean father caressing the head of a child. Hold my […]
The Nude Swim ~ Anne Sexton Water so clear you could read a book through it. Water so buoyant you could float on your elbow. I lay on it as on a divan. I lay on it just like Matisse’s Red Odalisque. Water was my strange flower, one must picture a woman without a toga […]
Mon Semblable ~ Stephen Dunn I like things my way every chance I get. A limit doesn’t exist when it comes to that. But please, don’t confuse what I say with honesty. Isn’t honesty the open yawn the unimaginable love more than truth? Anonymous among strangers I look for those with hidden wings, and for […]
My Own Dark Head ~ Anonymous, Ireland, c.1600 My own dark head (my own, my own) your soft pale arm place here about me. Honeymouth that smells of thyme he would have no heart who denied you love. There are girls in the town vexed enraged and vexed, they tear and loosen their hair on […]
I’m posting this today in honor of my mother. Today is the 33rd anniversary of her death. Afterwards ~ Wayne Cox The carpet and the footprints leading Nowhere. The air, and each familiar Object, from the dried flowers to the ripe Ceramic fruit, caught in the tension of dust. Only the clock moves, grimly unwinding. […]
