I wish the magic of those first heady days on the hospice ward would not slip away
"Fine." It’s like saying “beige.” Am I molten purple? Ashen red? Storm cloud black tinged with emerald sadness?
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This high school teacher then touched my daughter’s hand, the small of her back, her soul.
One unshakable truth is that home is where the body has been.
I pull on my shoes and jacket and reach to unlatch the front door of our houseboat. Loud screams stop me in my tracks.
The subject line of my sister’s email to me on the anniversary of our father’s death contained his initials, followed by a question mark: RDB?
Marina Tsvetaeva was an exile all her life. She coined a famous phrase: All poets are Yids, which means that all poets are Jews, exiles, foreign. A real poet cannot be comfortably placed in any context.