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“Nobody’s Sonnet” by Kurt Olssun

Posted on July 6, 2016 by

as it appeared in The New Republic, October 21, 2009.

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“Theory of Memory” by Louise Glück

Posted on February 18, 2016 by

Long, long ago, before I was a tormented artist, afflicted with longing yet incapable of forming durable attachments, long before this, I was a glorious ruler uniting all of a divided country—so I was told by the fortune-teller who examined … Continue reading →

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“Magdalene — The Seven Devils” by Marie Howe

Posted on August 29, 2015 by

“Mary, called Magdalene, from whom seven devils had been cast out” —Luke 8:2. The first was that I was very busy. The second — I was different from you: whatever happened to you could
not happen to me, not like that. … Continue reading →

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“Alas, Time stays, — we go!”

Posted on July 10, 2015 by

A friend of mine is teaching a summer school class about the city of Chicago and is out of town for a couple of days, so I am subbing for her. The class is small and the students are 6th … Continue reading →

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Who are we

Posted on December 22, 2014 by

After a delicious pancake breakfast at home (including using organic coconut flour—oh yeah!), I worked in my studio, mainly organizing some of the clutter that has accumulated since summer. In a pile of random supplies and stray papers I found … Continue reading →

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“Negative Space” by Ron Koertge

Posted on December 9, 2014 by

My dad taught me to pack: lay out everything. Put back half. Roll things that roll. Wrinkle-prone things on top of cotton things. Then pants, waist- to-hem. Nooks and crannies for socks. Belts around the sides like snakes. Plastic over … Continue reading →

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“Keeping Things Whole” by Mark Strand (1934-2014)

Posted on November 30, 2014 by

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where … Continue reading →

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