I.We had only one day in Paris, pilgrim-starved and threadbare, broke we’d walked to the tomb of a saint, from … More
Tag: poem
Where I’m From
Everywhere else it’s just Tuesday—but where I’m from people are dancing, people are high-stepping in the streets because where I’m … More
Two Sonnets About the Sucky Side of Resurrection
Lazarus From the cave I walked into the darknessI once called day, and gagged upon the smells.My sisters wore the … More
“Sandra Stringer, 1930 – 2017” or, the wretched life of an old sourpuss
Some people go to their graves angry, unhappy, and utterly closed off to all possible goodness in their lives.
