May 02, 2013
I was at home under the shade of the gumbo-limbo tree Reading the story of what happened to the little elephant with unbridled Curiosity. Still, I ask too many questions, even now. I was imagining the commo
May 01, 2013
You were my crib;then my cellar cell, whose overhead door I banged on night and day to wake you; then my grave— but no, you weren’t a coffin exactl
The Greatest English Poet You Haven't Heard of
April 28, 2013
Edward Thomas began to write poetry when he was 36. Three years later he was dead, killed in battle in the First World War. Yet in that short span of time he produced the hundred-odd poems that make him one of the most beloved poets of the twentieth century.
April 23, 2013
America, I would like to get closer to you, butyou are the unconscious patient; one hundred internsbicker this morning above your bed. Yesterday,I read for no reason an essay written a decade agoon game theory & economics. Apparently, the problemwith accurate predictions is that sometimes peoplesimply don’t make the rational choice. Illness & sleepare weary metaphors. The poor, who are now homeless,displaced by the storm, rest their heads tonightin luxury beachfront hotel rooms. All I want,one woman says, is my old kitchen where I could cooka hot meal for my kids.
The Tragedy in the Bedroom
April 21, 2013
In 1862, George Meredith published a sonnet sequence about adultery. It still has its power, if not its power to shock.
April 03, 2013
We thought we wanted something cuddly,or at the very least, transparent.But everything has a bit of murk about itthese days, especially at this time of year.The box Carol is standing catty-corner tomay contain an antidote to your particular disease,o
April 02, 2013
My son’s in his Watch This years. “Watch this!” He throwsopen the screen door, races through the kitchen, returns in a pant. “See that?” Although I’m watching,I don’t.
April 01, 2013
My dentist tells me about his dying white ash trees growing near the power lines.The blight that pulls apart the roots, telling us we aren’t getting any younger.The tooth, he says, has its own widening rings; each line not age b
March 21, 2013
Against a white wall someone’s hair was a treetop, the body,the trunk of a tree.
March 19, 2013
Hell, it feels like nothingis carrying you across like you’re packed in bulrush following the river forward or a motor with its little propeller propped out of the water in back of the boat staring up at easy beauty and thinking of those lines t