TRIAL SEPARATION I rented a little windblown house with two bedrooms and a single tree in the back yard onto which every morning evening grosbeaks descended like a brief squall. I bought new sleeping bags and a portable record player for my sons. I changed my brand of dish liquid to one that smelled exactly […]
Mary Cassatt at the Diner
MARY CASSATT AT THE DINER She was young and her children very young. She had agreed to meet her husband’s anxious student-lover in a back booth and had stayed for the duration of her babysitter’s hour (though half of it would have been enough) to hear an earnest exposition on the reasons for her husband’s […]
White
The photograph is browning but the frame still gleams: a baroque affair, dense with silver storks and songbirds nesting in silver marsh marigolds and roses; a tiny silver scale and a miniature clock with its hands stilled a ten past eight. Engraved below: ARRIVED NOVEMBER 7, 1943 WEIGHT 7 LBS 14 OZ. The baby’s fat […]
Bird
A forest burble
Liquid as the hermit thrush
But no! Crow startled
Valentine’s Day
Charter and I always forget our wedding anniversary because Valentine’s Day has always served the purpose. We usually do something special, a weekend away often to a seaside town locked in winter silence or a nearby city with a museum and good restaurants. Every year my husband presents me with a most unusual handmade Valentine. […]
Mondays at Skimmilk Farm: The Documentary
Skimmilk Farm, an abandoned colonial-era dairy farm in Southern New Hampshire became the summer home of the late Boston/New Hampshire poet Jean Pedrick Kefferstan (1923-2006) and her family in the 1950s. In time it also became a Monday morning mecca for poets and writers for over 30 summers …
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