Onlookers Gathered at the Traveling Chair’s Arrival
May 24, 2013
May 09, 2013
At work in the upper field, hay tops little buddhas,Calming the meadow and all its attendant tributaries,Porcupine, Basin Creek and God's blue hand like a skillet lidPressing us down to infinity—We t
May 08, 2013
We'd watch the news on my portable Philco.The jungle was black and white. The bodies were black and white. The whole house strained in its silence. I was 1A. One night my old man threw an alarm clock across my room.He screamed something, but all I
My Father Asks for One Last Thing
May 03, 2013
Bending over rows of four o’clocksnow wet with evening, he picks offdead blooms, tipping their seedsinto an envelope for next year,though he knows he won’t be here.Through the screen door, I smellcut grass, wild onion, gasoline.Under his T-shirt stai
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