You haven’t aged a day, she says when she sees me, which is an utter lie, a gutter lie, the worst kind of untruth, but my old lips smile and I think, I’ll take it because maybe it means love again.
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Tis the season of miracles—Hanukkah, Christmas, Santa Clause. My grandchildren can barely contain themselves. “Grandma,” they ask, “Is Santa really going to come down the chimney?” One of them suspects that Amazon might be Santa Clause. Or, as she reasons, he might need a little help from UPS. Of course, it’s not just the young…
It’s a little too late Much too late For should not The die has been cast Beans spilled And should not Is a thing on the past Now there’s only The carpet of guilt Wallpaper of whining Sad idling engine What might have been. The post Should Not | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best…
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_______________________________________________________ Portrait of Nymphs Bathing After the painting A Mermaid by John William Waterhouse, 1900 I thought I might as well transform into a great silver fish as…
Waste of Time.—What a deal of cold business doth a man misspend the better part of life in! In scattering compliments, tendering visits, gathering and venting news, following feasts and plays, making a little winter-love in a dark corner. — Ben Jonson, (1572–1637) My college roommate Ben cracked about History, specifically History 3001X…
Last week, on Friday the 13th, Nobel laureate Louise Glück, wonderful poet and friend, died at the age of 80. Louise edited The Best American Poetry 1993, and the experience of working closely with her— primarily by old-fashioned mail and the occasional phone call – was unforgettable. She took on the job despite a natural…
