After I wrote this, a friend scrawled on this page, “Yes.” And I said, merely to myself, “I wish it could be for a different seizure–as with Molly Bloom and…
Posts published in “Poems”
I stand before the sea and it rolls and rolls in its green blood saying, “Do not give up one god for I have a handful.” The trade winds blew…
I am torn in two but I will conquer myself. I will dig up the pride. I will take scissors and cut out the beggar. I will take a crowbar…
The children are all crying in their pens and the surf carries their cries away. They are old men who have seen too much, their mouths are full of dirty…
Jean, death comes close to us all, flapping its awful wings at us and the gluey wings crawl up our nose. Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs, whirling off…
This is the key to it. This is the key to everything. Preciously. I am worse than the gamekeeper’s children picking for dust and bread. Here I am drumming up…
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the infectious Jew in me and a perhaps land, a possibly…
It was also my violent heart that broke, falling down the front hall stairs. It was also a message I never spoke, calling, riser after riser, who cares about you,…
A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough.…
“Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.” – From an essay by W. B. Yeats Big heart, wide as a watermelon, but wise as birth,…