July 4th and Bad Poetry, etc.

Got my fill of a traditional American 4th of July, Philly-style with a delicious barbecue, courtesy of my cousin, and a surprise appearance by Boyz II Men on the parkway, who performed their all-time classics. I hadn’t seen the fireworks there in years, so it was nice getting to see them once again. My favoriteContinue reading “July 4th and Bad Poetry, etc.”

Unleaving…

Márgarét, áre you gríevingOver Goldengrove unleaving?Leáves, like the things of man, youWith your fresh thoughts care for, can you?Ah! ás the heart grows olderIt will come to such sights colderBy and by, nor spare a sighThough worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;And yet you will weep and know why.Now no matter, child, the name:Sórrow’s spríngs áreContinue reading “Unleaving…”

After Persephone

The peeling of potatoesbrings a dreamabout my mother, in the kitchen,its dimensions not mistakenfor any other childhood rooms, cousins´ houses, rooms from other lives. Faded cupboards, greaseon the counters.Black and white featherbelly of the cat. My mother throws two red tacks onto the floor, one straightone bent.  One, perhaps, for the cat which used toContinue reading “After Persephone”