Category Archives: The Next Chapter

If it had been a heart attack, the newspaper might have used the word massive,           as if a mountain range had opened     inside her, but instead it used the word suddenly, a light coming on in an empty … Continue reading →

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 →