Category Archives: The Next Chapter

In “Relentless,” poet laureate Ada Limón locates the speaker’s mother in a vineyard Credit: Dan Meyers via Unsplash Sun in the cool expressway underpass air and Ma calls, says it’s nice out today during her long walk through the vineyard … Continue reading →

You are present in the past And appear in memory, A braid of smoke, a vapor, And silence is your substance. You are nothing, Yet you are. You wend along the way To a perfect destiny On a whisper of … Continue reading →

On the day that will always belong to you, lunar clockwork had faltered and I was certain. Walking the streets of Manhattan I thought: Remember this day. I felt already like an urn, filling with wine. Upon reading the first … Continue reading →

The Dying Child He could not die when trees were green,          For he loved the time too well. His little hands, when flowers were seen,          Were held for the bluebell,          As he was carried o’er the green. His eye glanced … Continue reading →

Grief is a river you wade in until you get to the other side. But I am here, stuck in the middle, water parting around my ankles, moving downstream over the flat rocks. I’m not able to lift a foot, … Continue reading →

When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and even elephants lumber after safety. When great trees fall in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear.